Shh. Sizzle of days, weeks, months, years....How much of us has gone, rising and crying

[Sunday 25th November to Monday 26th November 2018]


Sister. Family. Uncle. Birthday. 89. Cousins. Past. Present. Future? Up. Down. Possibilities. Ignored. Upbeat. Downbeat. Roller coaster. Truth. Lie. Hope. No hope. Pointlessness of hope. Only now. Done. Cannot change. Doesn't exist. Wishful thinking. Stop. Let me off.

[Quote is the opening of the poem 'Hush' from 'Elegies' by Douglas Dunn]

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