These Are The Hands Of My Fate It’s late. I’m reading a book, unlearning how to write, or maybe not.… Read more These Are Not My Hands
In mirrors lie truths, the truths that we so rarely truly wish to see.
My hair is dirty. Dirty, greasy hair. Dirty with me, with the sweat of me, with what comes out of… Read more What Am I?
He was an ordinary man, Ernest. He had an ordinary name. He looked ordinary in almost every way. He lived… Read more The Note Taker
A wild, howling gale, A fury of emotion, Storms out of her mouth.
Raking leaves, the little man hums hymns to him, alone. His little wife, washing pans, watches what she owns. They… Read more The Little People
A walk in the park. Municipal green space, there for all to share. Somewhere to rest, to play, a grassy… Read more A Walk In The Park
Wet Monday morning You wake up unwillingly Remember your dreams
In heated moments We all say things we don’t mean, Mean things we don’t say.
They make a fine day dull, a good day bad, the downbeats, the joysuckers, the miserable fuckers, the ones who… Read more The Downbeats
It begins with a barbecue. It often does. Out on the front lawn, with fold-up chairs and a puffed-up paddling… Read more This Is Modern Love
Our council houses Are made palaces by some Middens by others
What have you been doing? Oh nothing much. What does that mean? Nothing much. This and that. Pottering. Pottering? Yes.… Read more A Vignette
Suburban living. That is just what it is not. It is not living.
Her lips are so sweet, though sometimes the sweetest lips spit sourest poison.
You don’t get it. I can’t get it right. We don’t understand us. Nothing of us is understandable. We are… Read more We Don’t Understand Us
They always were the dying breed, these older souls, they’ve always been here just for now but not for long,… Read more The Coughing Dodgers
https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-us-canada-5184053 This world is unfair, except to those good women who fucked Harvey back.
This old man, he played on until all his mind had gone. With a tip-tap, slip-slap, where’s the dog and… Read more This Old Man
Family party Lots of people that you know You don’t know at all
Once upon a time in Bangalore I lived in a Palace, and from there I could see a world I… Read more In Bangalore
I accept the aches But the thing I just can’t bear Is losing people.
A deadly virus people die around the world earth is fighting back
The last day is here And to all those we hold dear A happy new year
I understand now. When people choose to end it, Life loses its sting.