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This year, I set myself the foolish task of trying to write something every day, and what you see here is the result. None of this is finished, polished, or in any way good. It's usually a few lines at the end of the day when I'm tired, my head's broken, and this nonsense spills out of it onto the page. Feel free to comment away, and if you think anything has any potential then let me know and I might have a go at working on it further.

But hang on, where's the first month? You've ripped us off! I hear you say... Well, yes. I have been writing since the beginning of January, but it's taken me a while to get the blog up, so everything here is a month old.

Sunday, 12 January 2025

Another cold morning

My back is sore, my eyes are dim
The cold outside is coming in
Dark shapes are curdling in the gloom
They pause and sniff and then resume
Their way around my vision's edge
A wisp of wing, a shivering hedge
A synaesthetic flare of song
That when I turn my head is gone. 

Today, the scientists can't be right
Our molten centre cooled last night
And now the planet's icy core
Is radiating through the floor
And in my stealthy bedroom crawl
I couldn't find my socks at all
And now my feet are burning cold
My circulation's bad, I'm old. 
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