We are from the time before Ones and zeroes were Nothing or more Just numbers Just numbers We saw the advent of machines In code We saw The digital age begin We knew the before And we knew the after And shaped what came between Remember us – your fathers And your mothers In the...
A poem about wanting to help people.
He does not know which way to go.
When we held hands. Nowt more.
So. I’m back on the Setraline after almost three years off the stuff. Things have kind of come to a head and have lead to a general inability to cope with everything. Anxiety has been at number 11 for a few weeks. It was noted by the every watchful Amanda and she’s been dropping hints...
Page 1. This writing words is harder than you'd think. This took me a week minimum.
So then. Nothing ever starts, does it? Things happen, people change, the sun comes up and goes down again. It all just happens, whether we want it to or not. You can read as many books as you like but when they open with ‘and this is how it began’ or something similar, then call...
‘Remember,’ Duncan asked on the plane, ‘how Walt asked if it was green or brown?’
Both Garp and Duncan laughed. But it was neither green nor brown, Garp thought. It was me. It was Helen. It was the color of bad weather. It was the size of an automobile.
