Failing you, my loves

Resentment pooling Babies drooling My last nerve spooling on a finite thread Who am I fooling? It’s not my calling  I’m falling, failing, where is my head   My teeth are grinding  On this ring-tight binding And I keep finding a pinching dread This endless minding I’m forever pining For solitude from whining, an emptyContinue reading “Failing you, my loves”

All before 9pm on a Wednesday

The wind picked up handfuls of leaves and tossed them at us. Coloured piles gathering underneath the peeling white bleachers. Luca ran from flower bush to flower bush, disappearing inside the sprawling mass of pink and bees to return with short snapped lavender and daisies. I trudged up the stairs of the grandstand, walking sidewaysContinue reading “All before 9pm on a Wednesday”