It all started with a dirty fork In a cafe, which had taken an age to settle upon A family run affair, with each member pleased to see you His weekly breakfast taken, in the same window seat A variety of characters shared in their own dining experience Overheard conversations were as you’d imagine He…… Continue reading it all started with a dirty fork
I prepare for running by buying the right clothes. No more the cotton t-shirt, absorbent and heavy with sweat. Instead, ultra light fabric, cut to a vest. A pair of double shorts. “Double shorts”? A tight-fitting, stretchy material, housed within a classically styled pair. A cap, to protect my head from the rain,…… Continue reading running
I wonder of the last meaningful word I’ll utter, mutter, perhaps merely think of, for that matter, if I have lost the desire or ability to speak. As a baby, I know for sure, repetition formed my world. Habits grew. The least most era, spiked around my teens. But since then, an ever decreasing and…… Continue reading i repeat myself
Sitting northwards of the jet-stream,
Great Britain took the rainfall,
Normally divided up between all of Europe’s lands.
The fit of the digit was snug, way better than any one of my own.
A mix of runners, walkers, lovers & friends.
Couples seated on benches, in quiet conversation.
The murmuring of the audience increased in volume as he spat out formulaic provocations.