Possibly, maybe, kinda, potentially based on something I once couldn’t work out.
With thanks to Dimitar Donovski for the use of the header image, a photograph of a child standing in the middle of a misty field (licensing). Continue reading
Possibly, maybe, kinda, potentially based on something I once couldn’t work out.
With thanks to Dimitar Donovski for the use of the header image, a photograph of a child standing in the middle of a misty field (licensing). Continue reading
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.
This is a poem about going for a walk that leads to reflection on youth’s cruel ebb, being devastated by it and then humbly coming to terms with the injustices of fate. Continue reading