I’ll write some drunken poetry, It may not even rhyme. It doesn’t rhyme. It’s not even poetry. You soft lad!

Stallions charging, Foaming white, Breaking on the beach. They rise, Raise their heads,

Today I invested some time. In, The space between the spaces. Pushing through gaps thinner than… A particle here,

A boy on a beach, playing games? Playing dead. As the human race watches, At home, safe in its bed. And half the world mourns,

The bond that was broken cannot be… whilst you wax bitter in your shel… But I can see more to this love a… Let our love live again. Let our love live again.

Before I could even speak or know… He told me what I should believe. He told me what I should achieve. He told me how proud he was of me. He told me when I was a disappoin…

Grief is like a deep pool you fall into from time to time. One moment you are walking along life’s weary path and the next you are drowning. Eye achingly broken, flogged by tears and w...

You cannot live your life in fear! Each moment missed as looking here… You watch your step; diet; drinkin… Mind your manners; Ps and Qs. Wakeful worry of what might or mig…

Oh I waited for you once in a whi… Kicking my blue sandalled toes aga… Regardless of the scuff. You were busy. I was an accessory.

I will not ask for help. This virus has abandoned me high a… I locked down early. As a health professional I did no… Though I waited.