Wash, Rinse – 12th September 2021

There’s comfort in repetition
There’s comfort in repetition
There’s comfort in repetition
Never making a decision


Gratitude Journal

I am so happy and grateful to find the rope for Tangmo to play with again. Hidden in the grass. I found it when I went to find Kim Chi who had jumped over the fence to play with the cow. The cow chased her back and she appeared on top of the hedge when I called her.

Nothing Much – 3rd November 2001

I’m pretty damn good at nothing
Much at all
Jack of all trades with no
Trades to ever call


Everything must be in the right place
Line it up, symmetrical and straight
The sequence is so important too
Each placement

Line it up, make it perfect
Symmetrical and straight
Dust it, dust it, dust it
Now do you feel great?

Took you all day
To make your muscles move
Counting each one in sequence
Got it wrong, start again
Start again from the beginning

18th Oct 2024 – Feeling sorry for myself after a wild year in 2001. The crossed-out attempt at poetry was about my then-new (or soon-to-be) girlfriend, Lorraine, who suffered from severe OCD.

What’s In There? – 6th September 2001

I see her sometimes lost
Unclear, wandering, isolated
Searching for something far away
Blind to solutions near

Sometimes forceful and defiant
Determination found then forgotten
Slowly slips away and meanders
Back to new avenues for exploration

What’s in that head of yours
That pulls you apart so deeply
And stops you from finding
The light so obvious inside?

18th Oct 2024 – Written about Lorraine, an attractive co-worker who I pursued, eventually becoming on-again, off-again partners. I saw a kindred spirit of someone with mental health issues.