The Wheat from the Chaff
When eating bread, we often find A question forming in our mind: “Should I have white or try whole wheat? Whilst one is hearty one
Health
Your Cup of Tea?
For inflammation to decrease, And tumour progression to cease; There might be a surprising key: Just go and have a cup of tea. Now
An Artificial Transfusion
The blood that flows beneath our skin Is turned red by haemoglobin, Which binds with oxygen in part, Transferring life from lungs to heart.
Translucent Vessels
Vessels Running beneath my skin – Like the network Of a tightly-knit Urban sprawl. All closely ravelled together – A well-trod map to my Heart. But
A Piscine Problem
Urea, that’s contained in wee, Plus chlorine gives us DBP; This makes our eyes stream like a fool, Please do not piss into the pool.
Self-Medicated Memories
You sit there, gently trembling in your cage – The tones ring out; the floor begins to hum. The sudden shock of pain you cannot
A Synthetic Thread
The gossamer of human life Sways gently in a passing breeze. A whisper on a callous knife – The gossamer of human life. You take
A Musical Cavity
I sit down in the waiting room, The radio barks out some tune; My surgery will soon begin, I wish that they’d turn off that
The Heart of the Storm
Katrina gave her rage and wrath, Spat out a city frail and blind; Those who survived were shown no path, And broken hearts were left
Artificial Pain
When something that once was has gone, It lingers in a phantom land; You find the strength to carry on, Then close your eyes and