Saturday 1st March, 2025
A tiny hole in my leg
bleeding
down my shin
It doesn’t hurt.
If I wasn’t looking at it
I wouldn’t even have realised
the mess
it was making
Sunday 2nd March, 2025
Heavy frost
One last breath of winter
on the second day of spring
Monday 3rd March, 2025
I sat by the river
and watched
the river
that I sat by
Tuesday 4th March, 2025
TCP tastes
of childhood
Wednesday 5th March, 2025
I can’t think of anything to say
tonight
today
tomorrow
Saturday 8th March, 2025
It actually felt like spring today
(but I still wore my winter hat)
Sunday 9th March, 2025
A bluetit in the garden
looking in the birdbox
then moving on
unimpressed
Monday 10th March, 2025
My tongue aches
slightly swollen
for reasons unknown
Tuesday 11th March, 2025
I had my hair cut
short as can be
but my beard remains the same
Wednesday 12th March, 2025
Penalty shootouts are weirdly deflating
no real joy
or satisfaction
in the aftermath
Even in the moment
the excitement
teeters on the edge
of dread
Thursday 13th March, 2025
Put too much cream in the curry
if such a thing is possible
But still it was quite nice
Friday 14th March, 2025
I’m not sure
what I feel
anymore
Saturday 15th March, 2025
Everything
is more effort
than I feel it’s worth
Sunday 16th March, 2025
They never seem to play football over the park anymore.
What a waste of a Sunday
if they don’t
Monday 17th March, 2025
Tomorrow I promise
to do something
useful
Today I promise
nothing
Tuesday 18th March, 2025
A world that actually seems to want
its own degradation
Anxiety wells up in me
like blood
from a self inflicted wound
Wednesday 19th March, 2025
Dad saw a lizard
but it was gone
by the time I looked
Thursday 20th March, 2025
Neil Young’s middle name is Percival
Friday 21st March, 2025
Mum’s ipad died
800 pounds
for about four years
What a fucking waste
of huge amounts of money
Saturday 22nd March, 2025
The cinema
is the only place
I seem to like
to be
Sunday 23rd March, 2025
Sat cross legged
for long enough to get
pins and needles.
Now it won’t go away.
A slight sense of unreality
added to every step
Monday 24th March, 2025
A cormorant
flying low
over the long wind of the river
is always
a magnificent thing
Tuesday 25th March, 2025
It’s not so much that I feel like a failure
that hurts
It’s that I am a failure
and I fail
on and on
each failure
the same
as every
other
in its
insignificance
to anyone
but
me
Wednesday 26th March, 2025
Egrets always look so elegant
making their way along the edge of the river
stepping silently through the oozing mud
eating absolute shite off the floor
Thursday 27th March, 2025
Strange bugs on the pavement
the size and colour of ladybirds
but the shape
of flies
Friday 28th March, 2025
Moving slowly
so as to try
not to weep
Saturday 29th March, 2025
The sun
slowly eaten
by the moon
Sunday 30th March, 2025
A robin
drinking from the bird bath
all on its own
Monday 31st March, 2025
My toenails
break
and crack
and bleed
in my socks
in my shoes
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Notes:
1. Written in March 2025
