I know myself that the third anniversary of my Dad’s death is not the best time to write this piece, it feels self sabotaging - self flagellation. Let’s pop open those old wounds, dig and poke around a bit until we get to a meaningful article, let’s use my own pain to write, and with… Continue reading Grief

In Unison

Defunct hands turnOn a now timeless clockTime is delineated by the sunIt rises and fallsAs in unison we wake upWalk into a makeshift officePlug ourselves inAnd type the day away We form queuesNeat, orderedAs chaos ensues around usNumbers inflateDaily briefings do littleThey do not dissipateThe continual dread The new office loveWhose flame has now been… Continue reading In Unison