About that way older people always seem when looking at them from a young perspective, then catching up a bit and realising the grotesque reality.
Reflections on the Thames from an early 90s London Bridge.
A poem possibly about indecision more than anything else.
Poems just come to me, seemingly from out of nowhere. This one appeared last night after a couple drinks. Unfortunately it’s unlikely to win me any friends.
Only people who like cats read/look at cat related things.
It’s always good to plan ahead. I thought of this while out for a walk by the lake on a beautifully perfect sunny summer’s day. Gothic to the last.
Inspired by a Facebook post and comment I saw while out for a scroll earlier today.