The Father
I was never meant to be a parent, My own mistreated childhood a Precursor to any kind of fears and Nightmares that being alone and grown Bring, living without a… Continue Reading
Browsing Category: Life
Always Limited
Limbo has its own peculiar Emptiness; nothing behind, nothing Ahead, a bright contradiction in The darkness of depression, a powerlessness In the face of decisions made beyond Our grasp, injustices… Continue Reading
Too Good To Be True
This is what disturbs us, The poets, painters, writers, Over-thinkers, Low self-esteemers, Day dreamers, Night screamers, The restless, Hungry for morers, The lost, the lonely, The found; contentedness, Which seems… Continue Reading
Loneliness
Outside this space is a succession of More empty spaces, all in neat deserted Rows of loneliness invisible behind the Voids without markers. The whimpers Of aloneness have no signs… Continue Reading
Broken Machines
In those days, in Norway, I used to sit on the ground In front of the west-facing Garage, and fix an assortment Of broken machines, mainly The innumerable petrol lawn… Continue Reading
Artificial Intelligence
Logarithms, algorithms, artificial Orders of things including falsehoods; Quite the collection of mundanities, Underwhelming lies, a reflux miscellany, And a harvest of illegally scraped Collections of copyrighted books, Intellectual property… Continue Reading
The Conductor
If you listened to my show yesterday, you’ll have heard me talking about a train conductor whom I’ve met a few times and whom I speak with whenever I see… Continue Reading
The Sinews Of Words
Two poems today – today’s and yesterday’s. I am so grateful for libraries. I have a quiet 10 minutes each Tuesday in Norwich’s Central Library in the Forum before my… Continue Reading
Always Running Behind
Patina To him, when she appeared each day Just before the sun came up, and woke Him with the gentlest of touches, a Hint of a scent, she appeared solid… Continue Reading
At The Precipice – about fear, not writing
I am posting this across all my platforms. It has nothing to do with writing, and everything to do with fear. I’m not a political analyst, but we’re now at… Continue Reading