The late bus out of Henley is often filled with the exhausted manual workers that keep the show rolling. They sing, swap stories and beers.
Poems | Existence | 2024Sometimes I would write the words I needed to read. This one fell out as a potential video script. I thought better of it and left it as written / spoken word.
Poems, Spoken Word | Existence | 2024In a pub in Henley on Thames drinking and entering poetry competitions I probably wouldn't win for lack of miserableness.
Poems | Drinking | 2024I found myself hospitalised from stress. Once again facing a tired and overworked nurse forced to fight EEG machine pads and me. Another second chance.
Poems | Existence | 2024In the middle of a long dark period, I remembered my nan. A seamstress with a stylish cigarette, a working class ethic and a warm, positive outlook.
Poems | Existence | 2024