Category: observation

NaPoWriMo Day 5: Piss-Taking Weather

When, in Britain, has it ever Been so balmy Calm in March and April? Warm sun, some wind but nothing really too Forceful, Smatterings of rain but hardly April showers. No deluge No late frosts I’d happily plant my summer bulbs out If I…

In the Garden

Just a few of the things in my garden right now.

NaPoWriMo Day 1: The Fallen

I cried last night I guess I already told you But it’s rare for me Despite chronic depression A range of anxieties Suspected other conditions Where diagnosis only failed through Lack of time and effort So I feel sad, a lot But I rarely…

Writing for Change

Covid-19 U.K. lockdown day 4, self isolation day 7, social distancing day 11; I think. Starting to lose track now! This blog post is slightly self-indulgent, but I think we all deserve a little self-indulgence from time to time! I’ve been going through my…

COVID-19 So Far

I’ve been meaning to keep a bit of a journal because in years to come, I’ll want to look back and remember what was going on now. If I don’t write it down, the anxiety and constant dealing with stuff will wash away the…

Keep Turning the Lights Off

I sometimes feel In the singular Even in my own home Flicking switches Tightening taps Rinsing our eggshells Crushing them Like brittle dreams But over time My way is becoming The way Save the jars Scrub and recycle the plastic Make towers of tubs…

From Europe to Eternity

As much as I would like to say something meaningful about the U.K., my home, leaving the European Union today, I’m finding it hard to find the words. I feel a bit numb; like it’s a bad dream I might wake up from. But…

Thursday Thoughts…

You Know it’s Samhain When…

Your husband can’t get out of the house because things keep randomly falling over, mostly on him. Stuff keeps disappearing and then turning up in odd places. You go into a room and something scuttles away into the corners, My Neighbor Totoro style. You…

Pigeons

The pigeons sat on me The day I took the train. I’d seen the old man A local, perhaps Or a tourist, but such a lack of Surprise At his avian invaders He stood beneath the sighing sycamore While feathered rats Stood politely on…