15.07.2025
#03
With regularity
My wife says to me
We should climb Pen y Fan
Goosebumps erupt
Orienteering a topography of skin;
Ascending from my clammy lowland palms
Pausing to rest and enjoy the view at the summit of my neck's nape.
I cast my mind back
Curled on the pig's pass trail
Jelly babies scramble,
After short stay in my gut,
Embarking on a swift climb my gullet
Cast out
like the crone throws bones
The other walkers keep walking
averting their gaze from my fortunes.
With regularity
My wife says to me
We should climb Pen y Fan
I would really rather we didn't.
14.07.2025
#02
I just got home from a week in Cornwall
Hands holding callouses from seven days of grasping at reins
Remanding a toddler that wants to descend, like Icarus, from the quayside to the sea
I need a holiday.
02.07.2025
#01
How do you write poems?
The words, a river that's dammed.
Imposter syndrome.