reflections – Poetry for Dullards

A year like no other

In January, I worried for a friend. I didn’t do Dry January, once again. In February, I trod old ground; it felt good. I didn’t rue the quick passing of time that made my youngest an adult. In March, I felt hunger and a lack of direction but I didn’t rest on my laurels. IContinue reading “A year like no other”

Final thoughts

If I die a good death, will the last thing I seeflashing through the depths of my waning mindbe the top ten moments in my effervescent life?Fair rides, Christmases and New Year’s Eves,parties, festivals and riotous revelry.Favourite meals and savouring the juiciest red wines. Should I die a sickly death, will my mother materialiseTo strokeContinue reading “Final thoughts”