Roulette

This week’s theme certainly felt like a challenging one. My relationship with money has often been, shall we say, vexatious. I’ve had periods of quite desperate poverty. Relatively speaking, I suppose I’d be counted as “financially coping” these days – at least I haven’t been forced to resort to making pilchard curry from the last … Continue reading →

Slow worm

I’ll remark straight away that I regard this week’s attempt as another one for the discard pile. Without checking back, I’m not exactly sure about my success rate (self assessed though it is) with this 52 project so far, but at a guess it’s about 50-50. Really, that isn’t too bad. Poems that haven’t worked … Continue reading →

Stonehenge 1981

I’ve been taken back to plumbing the depths of my own memories again, this week. It’s hard to avoid that when I’m tasked with writing about being with friends, obviously. To be honest, I wanted to dodge writing about current friends as it’s way too easy to upset people by including them in poems (even … Continue reading →

More therapy than art

This week, the 52 theme finished up more like therapy than art – and while there’s obviously some crossover between those two fields, art may be good therapy but therapy doesn’t always result in good art. The poem is evidence of the latter point, I think. I wouldn’t normally put a therapeutic exercise into the … Continue reading →