Waning Lyrical*

Records of the mnemonic plague Are largely disordered, even vague: An army of acronyms Whose chance of use remainèd slim, This unmarked period of history Not so much shrouded in mystery As totally overshadowed By episodes far more impacting and hallowed… To which, the Grand Ol’ Duke of York, Of whom such epic rhyming talk […]

Year Seven

Do you remember turning eleven And making transition to Year Seven? It wasn’t called that back in my day But felt traumatic anyway… Going from a tiny community school To a herd of hundreds, all older, more cool: Completely intimidated, Utterly silent, An experience, frankly, I still resent. Everything simply taken for granted While leaving […]