The inherent fear of getting older I fight it every day Like the aches deep rooted in my joints Or the amount of hair that’s grey But the one thing I keep rejecting And ignoring indignantly Is my inability to read the small text When trying to cook my tea Thirty at one-ninety? An extra … Continue reading HEATING INSTRUCTIONS

Love in a Black Sack

The final leaves of autumn hang from decimated trees The daybreak mist is lifting; there’s a stiff, refreshing breeze I hope I’ve timed this dog walk right to try and catch the eye Of that pretty lady jogger who each morning dances by But there’s just one thing that’s stopping me and it’s not that … Continue reading Love in a Black Sack