I press myself into your chest close my eyes and dance Nina Simone sings my arms wrap tighter entwined we move as one slowly deliberately unaware of who or where we are in these tentative fleeting moments we feel free…
waiting to hear waiting to know waiting in fear waiting in hope waiting for sleep waiting for dawn waiting to stop waiting to start waiting in line waiting in time waiting for you waiting for life
I miss the silence occasionally deafening I miss the comeraderie when we clapped and held a light I miss the frequent family chats via zoom and what's app I miss you telling me stay safe wear a mask I miss…
tens hundreds thousands unnoticed they die their number up but never called demographic unknown daily updates forgotten next slide please forgotten wash your hands forgotten wear a mask forgotten keep your distance forgotten warnings disregarded unheeded tens hundreds thousands unnoticed…
For decades football has been about money, fans' feelings flung to the sidelines, homes of football renamed, removed, demolished, emblems redesigned, colours sullied, players graded by statistics, assists, completed passes, goals (the only stat that actually matters), game times changed…
Scanning anxiously around each every corner adrenaline rushes the aisles Pac-Man runs you try to evade but they appear unnerved bandits without masks tiptoeing across your path grabbing that which you physically-distanced are looking for
now we have a different kind of love a love that's taking the long road home you tell your stories stitched together in a broken memory of truth we listen like we've never heard the story before do our best…
Found you dressed this morning, sitting on the edge of your home hospital bed in your polka dot swimsuit. You thought you were on holiday, but couldn't understand why the pictures on your wall were the very same as the…