writing

death

I am finding myself drawn to poetry and death. So here is a poem about boats (it’s not really, it’s about death)

Remember This

Remember always that this is happening to everyone, you really are not alone – don’t feel like you are and don’t live that way

Life After Death

Just to be clear
There is no me without her.

Garlic … Bread?

It’s fair to say that, growing up, I ate conservatively. I was well into my teens before I ate pasta or pizza.

I’m Wide Awake

I’ll let you be in my gap if I can be in yours.

The Way You Look Tonight

You have to hand it to the crooners of the 1950s. In song, at least, they knew how to pay a compliment.

Once Upon A Time In Hollywood (Park)

Having someone with the profile of Brad Pitt knowing that you exist is, I am sure, something of a rush.

OK Computer. (I’m it with the IT crowd).

From the moment I first entered ‘58008’ into Richard Burn’s electronic calculator and turned the device through 180 degrees I was captured by the possibilities of technology.

Just what is living in the moment though? Why is it so important thing that we, as humans, should be being trying to emulate another species ability to do it? More importantly, how does one attempt to try it?

You’ve Got a Friend in Me

There are few absolutes in life. There is no innate me and there is no inner you. Our relationships ultimately define who we are.

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