Happy Monday!
January is not an easy month. Post-Christmas. Winter for many. February even more so. My head is spinning. Some lack of sleep. Too many thoughts of what’s next. Finding some kind of purpose. Trying not to read too much news. It is so easy to get lost in the head. It is good to have a head. But I need to remember it is not the only control centre.
The head. It keeps spinning with its thoughts. I am trying to keep loose. Disruptive sleep, but trying to fight it makes it worse. Here is a poem written on train to Wroclaw Poland last summer. There were lots of young people in the compartment with backpacks. Shaggy 70s. But it was 2024. Middle age. What is it? Here is a poem about time and the mind body split. Part of my forthcoming book Dream Dust. Coming in March from Broken Sleep Books.
Never Mind the Beasts 
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