My Real Family

Lockdown birthdays

Were no fun

Not for me

Or for anyone

This year I’ll make up

For being alone the last two

By spending the day

Having fun with you


That Time Of Year

Maybe
it’s
because
I can’t
be there

Or
perhaps
it’s
more
I just
don’t
care

For
now
that my
confidence
has
grown

I’ll
spend my
birthday
at home
alone

(Originally Posted 08.08.2020)

Figments

I often wonder

Reading back

Just who these people are

As their conversations

And confrontations

Make up some of my best work by far


Help Me

I never used to be like this

She said

I actually used to be brave

What was it that happened to you

He asked

So much so that you would cave

The world happened

She replied

But you wouldn’t understand

Why don’t you try me

He implored

As he reached for her hand

(Originally Posted 19.07.2019)

A Chocolatey Collaboration

Isn’t it just amazing
What reading aloud can do
How through someone else’s voice
Your story can feel all the more true

I’m honoured you picked this piece, my friend,
And have given it life anew
I may well have written the words
But here the credit belongs to you

A huge thanks to Matt Snyder of https://aprolicicpotpourri.art/

https://anchor.fm/matt-david-snyder/embed/episodes/The-Bakery-Aisle-ev39s1 A short story about love by my favorite writer/collaborator friend from Northern Scotland, Little Charmer.

Short Story Saturday: The Bakery Aisle

Moonlighting

This back and forth

Between us both

Has certainly served a purpose

But now we know

Our virtue exists

Merely on the surface

Catharsis

I
really
only
write

What
everyone
else is
thinking

I just
do what
comes
naturally

And
without
even
flinching

Wounded

They
say
you
shouldn’t
write
when
drunk

But
what
else
will
help
deal
with
this
funk?

At
least
beer
allows
me to
release
that
valve

And my
heart,
somewhere
along
the
line,
to
salve

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