Friday 17th March 2023 Seeking validation, The mirror confirms my bias. Curiosly searching in antipation, The mirror has plenty to supply...

March 16th 2023 For A brief moment in time, We were one, You and I in this park, Dancing. You were grounded, roots strong Ancient. I was...

Wednesday 15th March 2023 I didn't like the sensation of the brush against my teeth. The sounds felt scratchy, jangly and itchy. The same...

Tuesday 14th March I used to fantasise about my suicide, I felt the existence of my entire entity, My very being a sham. I wrote poems as...

Monday 13th March Suddenly I am like a boat at sea. On the edges of the vortex of darkness, Swirling around and around, Giddy and...

Sunday 12th March 2023 “She has” he said “a black hole” “In the Center of her soul. When relayed back this verbal vitriol left me feeling...

11th March 2023 Sometimes you are the dick head. You may grumble And curse those other wronguns. The one who does not say Thank you. That...

Saturday 10th March 2023 There is way too much sadness in the stories, That we hungrily consume daily. We are starved for that illusory...

9th March 2023 Fuck it. This is a ranty poem. I just want to stay in bed, doing crochet and breath work, listening to audio books. I...

8th March 2023 In the interim, the pause, in between, when the frosty winds blow. She is not the only casualty in the infantry of life's...

March 7th 2023 Allowing the freedom of un-adulterated joy and bliss. The ever seemingly central movement of the present. The pure ecstasy...

6th March Am I a character playing a role in a vast complicated game? "If you believe that", the materialist would say that "then you are...

5th March 2023 You were an interesting shape, A shadow leaning on the frame of a musty dark dusky door. The yeasty smell of freshly cut...

4th March 2023 Oh sweet Lad, You lived a crazy life. You were a total sweetheart, who lived a turmoil of youth. With that wonky eye, It...

3rd March We went from playing with toys, To giggling about boys. From crazy imagined playground games, To drunken midnight shames. Once...

2nd March 2023 How middle aged and very middled class you have become when in the shade of trees, at a National Trust venue, you have a...

1st March 2023 Caroline Myss, she totally summed it up.! Each generation, or age, has the perspective of its view out from the windows...

Feb 28th 2023 Its untimely when I wake some mornings, as I haven’t quite finished the current episode of my dream saga. That pesky alarm...

27th February Most of you will never see the damaged part of me. I am a master of trickery, a whizard of Oz no less. You will only see...

26th February Every morning, Without fail. Come rain or come shine. My faithful friend comes to greet me. He slinks up from the bottom of...