A Few Things
selected notes from the fv café on Substack
Hopes and dreams crumbling
as I grasp them in my hands
like stock cubes broken over a stew
Nothing
can mend a broken heart
except time
or perhaps a new girlfriend
I have run with courage towards what I love doing, pausing only ever so briefly to ask myself what stopped me for half a century.
I write, now.
The dark misery of a year
being the second half of eight
and the first half of nine
made all the more intense
by the overwhelming joy
of becoming ten
