I have had a poem titled mum doesn’t think depression exists
“it’s a state of mind, of attitude” in the latest issue of Ghost City Press review. It’s a poem from the point of view of somebody who suffers from depression and takes in symptoms, stigma, and when it lifts temporarily. Here is the link
the hollowed emptiness
feels as if it is something
you walk around with
tasked with trying to fill it
I also set up a Patreon account and you can become a patron for $2 and receive Patron only access to my new poems, edited poems, draft poems and poems from works in progress. The link for that is here
Third bit of news is I have mastered the art of cooking an omelette.
They aren’t visual masterpieces, but they do taste like an omelette. I have never been a cook, I used to hate cooking, but you can’t live on junk food and live to a grand old age, can you? Or be happy either. No-one really likes leftover noodles for breakfast, do they?