Category: reflections

Poems unread themselves into silence as the poet stares at the void ahead, where moments go unmeasured and the world allows itself to hide behind the feeling of being too busy.

Mayhem came and hung around while blossoms came and went, Maydays went unanswered in the time where May was spent maybe they will realise before it gets too late that Maydays caused by mayhem may not make America great ( again ) Mayhem came and hung around while blossoms came and went, Maydays went unanswered…

The fool sees not what the wise man sees, Sees not the worth of Honey bees Nor the value felt in standing trees or the depths of life in the frozen seas. The fool sees only that which shimmers not the price of tinselled glare fails to notice that which matters registers, but doesnt care. The wise…

The fool knows that the moon will rise and carry light across the skies, he thinks perhaps one day it might decide to flee and leave the night. He wouldn’t blame it if it chose to roll its eyes and spite its nose and leave the orbit of the earth in search of other planets…

I woke to rise this morning With a song inside my head The tune was unfamiliar As i yawned and scratched my head, The notes sat in a melody The chorus rose and fell The bars and beats were tight and neat The strings began to swell I hummed and in my humming Felt a…

Silence came and found me  as I walked towards the dread, Its gift of understanding quelled the riot in my head, for a moment i was able to  find breath that i could take and begin to process slowly what was real and what was fake. From the edges moving centre  to the fields of…

We risk becoming blase as the daily toxic cabaret delivers us examples of behaviours full of sin. In normalising rhetoric and double spoken narrative we find ourselves beholden to a soup of thickened spin. Belief was once available to anchor us in certainty with honesty detectable we knew the line was thin But now within…

The first of March sees their thirst enlarge as an epic fury fills our screens The roaring lion of poisonous Zion approaches a zenith of toxic dreams. Buds, bidden by winters end engorge their beginnings in form. Bombs, bidden by nobody’s friend explode in eruptions of lawless cant. Daffodils offering golden grace, Terror enacted on…

Trigger warning. There but for fortune – the sadness of a story. In a space of raging toxic fear and the scent of drunken unloved beer and the sense that darkness lingers here, see the path to the shameful manosphere. For a lad whose dad showed distant love to a fist in a twist in…