Past my bedtime

I have a panic attack at six am. I’ve been up for hours and I cannot find answers to my problems. It’s way past my bedtime. Every day the same through the hours. Watching time slowly slips away, into a new day. Over tired, wired. I no longer care and collapse into a ball sobbing;…

The New Muse

There are those who listen to me describe what it is like to be a writer or a dreamer or someone who feels the warm, golden-sand memories slipping through their fingers before they can be committed to page There are those who delight as I recite my dreams beg tales of brouhaha salacious scandal And…

11.11.2020 – Loneliness to Love

I stand between the portal gateway, and, I say what is on my mind – I’m lonely. The darkness from my past threatens to pull me back, but, through the gates I go; into the unknown. I become used to limited contact, the half faces and no one encompassing my spaces. As always I choose…

2022

I wake feeling slightly better than yesterday but then the post-lady delivers me more bills to pay I have no milk and the longer I think my mood rapidly begins to sink Is this snakes and ladders I play? Always back at the start I stay never passing go on my merry-go-round never collecting 200…

Connected Beyond Reason (16/103)

At first I thought it was Gold Glitter that made you look over at me and smileDid shimmering sparkles evoke memories and playful happy times?Was it in my carefree nature or twinkling friendly eyes? Was it the youthful manner in which I welcomed surprise?A wondrous bright light that attracts beamed across from me to youEncouraging…

Crone pt2

I see the old crone here and there I fear the future, so, I linger in the memories of my youth. I develop a mysterious pain in my left elbow which, I take a sign of atrophy I awake at three am with a nocturnal heat I cannot sleep The fog lifts and I see…

If you want it, say so (let’s Jack)

To whom it may concern … bends and blends like twizzlers (beside every bad boy there’s a bad girl) There is the fear of missing out but worse is the fear of moving on. I have both. I get all twisted in my head – am I making the right decision, what if it doesn’t…

Glasto 2020

I wanna get up close and personal with strangers. I wanna feel their body heat. Push our way closer to the front; no mean feat. Form tightly hand-held chain gangs with my group snaking through the dense crowd. Arrive at the barriers just as the heavy bass and drums start up loud. Lights flashing from…

The dream where I chill out in the coffee shop in the sky

It’s like any other gathering of friends really. We sit around drinking coffee and chatting, breaking off into smaller groups to discuss issues and problems. Black Jack is there, he’s talking music and poetry with one, looking over his shoulder at me to thank me for bringing him along. No problem I say without speaking.…