On how my world has changed
Everybody is Coming from somewhere and they Are going somewhere.
Friends at a table,Eyes darting fingers waggling;Communication.
On the ridiculous dance that is ‘politics’
Looking over my shoulder
Someone mentioned Aldgate on the radio the night before snow was forecast
On our ‘civilisation’ of our environment
Concerning a regretful paradox.
On the possibility of an incursion by the undead