The Loss Of Words
I’m now on the 151st day of my own personal lockdown, and only just realised it’s almost two months since I posted anything here. I don’t often talk about my… Continue Reading
A FATHERS’ DAY POEM TO MYSELF
Sometimes, I wish I would not share my children’s taste in music, Nor shared with them the music I love, And that they hated what I like. Sometimes, I wish… Continue Reading
Speakers For The Dead
Dear Ren, By way of a terrible piece of timing, I have just got back from my daily walk drenched to the skin, and my skin exercised by the hailstorm… Continue Reading
Of Pestilence and Politics
Dear R, I’m so glad you’ve written to me. It’s been a long time, and I know that both you and I have been distracted from our correspondence by the… Continue Reading
The Man On Television
The man on television Tells us We have wasted the last eight weeks. We have not loved enough, Not broken enough rules, Nor spread the pestilence As wide as we… Continue Reading