The whale in me Wants to take on the harpoon.

Amazingly I have been prevented from walking through first class on a train in order to get to a seat. I didn’t want to sit in first class merely wander through it. Apparently not for the likes of me and my working class feet.

I want you to know that the thread that keeps me here is old, fraying & tangled. I am contemplating a replacement. A new spool needs ordering. A new colour needs picking out. I need it to catch the morning light & stretch to a distance yet to be reached. Not much to ask of the life I have left.

There is a tired voice in my head questioning reality. It is small, at the back of the brain, whispering its doubt. It’s there. It has always been there. Maturation with a doubting imagination posing as reality is like throwing dreams into the wind.

I have a playlist of sixty songs that mean a lot to me…Good Vibrations and Heroes and Villains are on it. Thanks for the music that lingers and makes the heart and soul better Mr.Wilson.

Jacque Tati’s Playtime is a brilliant piece of cinema. I love every frame.

Even supposed safer spaces can be filled with the same scheming scamming scum. Be careful out there in social media land.

The wave take my feet. Sand swirled. Seagulls gulled. Ice cream vendors dream of restaurant flair. I am drowning by the pier and amusements. Life doesn’t flash past my eyes. A confused crab does. Light on the epiphany which is a shame. Thought I was more interesting than that. #Poetry

You talked the most but I hold my own. Conversation confuses me and I lapsed into contradiction. It’s a thing I do when I get nervous. You make me nervous. Not for nothing words used to come easy but then again I had something to say. Now nervous oratory just sounds crapulent to me. #Poetry

There is a treasure map rattling around in that chest of yours, she said. X marks the spot. I have shovels. Should I dig? Or has it been plundered already? A gold plated heart and a doubloon and some change soul. It’s enough to buy a pirate ship someday. #Poetry

I am ready to look up and see blue in the grey. I am ready to lace up my boots of adventure and go wandering for more than a day. I am ready to close my cupboard of uncertainty and open my chest of draws of destiny. I am ready to eat my fish and chip supper of analogy - but no mushy peas. #Poetry

If I left a pen on your writing table would you use it? I could provide words in tiny packets if it helps. Would that pen be of use to you? Or would the temptation to incriminate yourself be too much for tiny packet words. I am curious. I have fresh pens standing by. RSVP. At least try. #Poetry

Adrift on a sofa. It’s that late kind of early when the night wants to stay being night but the day is looking over its shoulder. Judging it. Wanting more fairy lights and caffeine to dodge day dreams. It is okay because tired is a concept made of wet crepe paper in the brain. Adrift. #Poetry

Pillow cases chase pillows across the bed. They are cotton crocodiles wanting lunch. The duvet is a mountaineer’s worst nightmare. There is nowhere to fix their carabiner. You sleep too soundly for your dreams to breathe. They are dried watercolours, parched and panting for brush strokes. #poetry

I am going to lay here in the semi-dark of a Saturday afternoon. Bone tired. Work caught up with me. I am a statistic this weekend. A quiet burn out. I am crying at everything. I wish I could be gentle with myself. Old DNA prevents me. My issues as a dusty coffee table book. #poem

It is messy. Always has been messy and as age takes me and lowers me into the dirt it will continue to be messy until they are playing me my favourite song out of the church. Then the ghost of me might be quiet. Then again probably not. Heckles in the afterlife are a given. #vss365 #poetry #poem

Leaving all the broken toys in the box I am going to go look for how to repair them at all costs. From teaching myself the rules to mechanics and glue I am going to take a fresh perspective on a day bright and blue.

This is where the Mundane stops and Transfers to a Connecting bus Somewhere down This jagged life line #vss365 #poetry #poem

I have been standing still now for a year. In corners, at the edges and especially in plain sight. I blend with all types of furniture, fixtures and fittings. Shaking my world like a stuck snow globe I go looking for my winter of discontent and find no reasons in my seasons. #vss365 #poetry #poem

I lost you whilst I traced your tattoos for your history. I lost you when the conversation moved from the abstract to the mundane, somewhere in between & back again. I lost you whilst I was dying by the bedside of that one last wish. #poem #poetry #micropoem #wordsketch

Prime Minister Sir Keir Starmer does not believe politicians supporting all sections of society are politicians supporting all sections of society, my official spokesman has said. Mainly because he doesn’t have a backbone…or humanity it seems. #shameonStamer

You are you You are not your biology No one is You can’t be defind by others Dress it up as they might You are your heart You are your soul I love that about you Thank you for being alive & with me in this world You being you Makes it so much better #poem #poetry #micropoem #transpeoplerights

A photograph of him in clothes made from leftover words. A typical writer’s choice of attire flowing in an unseen thought.   He knows what it means to be fixated by lost horizons and half scribbled love notes kept in his pockets for throwing at others. #poem #poetry #micropoem #scribbles

Twiggy Sunshine . . . . . . . #urbanphotography #bwphotography #blackandwhitephotography #urbanstreetphotogallery #urbanphotography_city #urbanphotographers

Bee Bar . . . . . . #urbanphotography #bwphotography #blackandwhitephotography #urbanstreetphotogallery #urbanphotography_city #urbanphotographers

Sunlight on a shutter . . . #urbanphotography #bwphotography #blackandwhitephotography #urbanstreetphotogallery #urbanphotography_city #urbanphotographers

Lunch with Leiter . . . #urbanphotography #photography #photographer

Opening the letter I have read countless times before I noticed a line I had never read A line that had been hanging around waiting to be found “Lots of love” Is what it said Not something you like to read in a final goodbye letter So I never did until now #poem #poetry #shortpoem

I had no sins to inherit I managed to gain them all by myself There was no need for anything to be handed down Not that it was as I have explained My sins were run of the mill, nothing to write home about, but for a brief point in my life I was interesting Then I stopped #poem #shortpoem #poetry

Val Kilmer, thank you for Top Secret and Tombstone and everything in between. You were my huckleberry.

You never walk away It’s hard to truly walk away You always have to look back over your shoulder Foot prints in the sands of time Remind me where I have been It’s not leaving It’s not even goodbye It’s not a see you later It is a “until next time”

This feeling is a set of instructions missing a cog or a screw a nail or two This feeling is a damp dog in the rain mournfully looking at the warm light of a home not visited It is a call centre with a script that needs ripping up in order to find the humanity behind the voices

They figured & factored. Poked & prodded as much as they could. The math was correct. They wore their white coats well. Cool, calm & collected people of science not easily swayed. Yet, no matter how together they are when the canteen runs out of pudding they panic. #poem #poetry #shortpoem

If there is such a thing as karma then I have been paying my dues into the wrong fund. No amount of self deprecation could paper over those gaping holes in the truth of the day. Sometimes karma is a caterpillar that never makes it as a butterfly. #poem #poetry #smallpoem

The sound of my partner giggling from upstairs as she plays a Harry Potter computer game like the beautiful geek she is. It was a fantastic sound and made me smile today. It is good to smile.

Morning sun. The spiders don’t know what to do with it. Hide and go seek as they slink back into the darkest corners of my home. We share a kinship for I too want to keep my curtains pulled and the world at bay most days. Morning sun. I don’t know what to do with it either.

Watching Wicked….I am not this movie’s demographic. Though I love musicals. Go figure. Never was a fan of the Wizard Of Oz anyway. Set design is nice. But that’s about it for me.

My self portrait project Blank Faced Boy - "Portrait of a photographer playing himself at X-Box" www.dewhitephotography.com/blank-faced-... . . . #blackandwhitephotography #portraitphotography #portrait

Storming the castle . . . #blackandwhitephotography #urbanphotography #photography #fineartphotography

Out there . . . #blackandwhitephotography #urbanphotography #photography #fineartphotography

A poop beside history . . . . #blackandwhitephotography #urbanphotography #photography #fineartphotography

Sunlight on the side of a house . . . #blackandwhitephotography #urbanphotography #photography #fineartphotography

How can you be a symbol of the free world if you are busy rounding up the very truth of democracy. Tired even before I begin my day.

Pier . . . #colourphotography #landscapephotography #photography #urbanphotography

The art of loneliness . . . #blackandwhitephotography #landscapephotography #photography #fineartphotography

Platforms Should be used For speech That enriches souls Not pockets

My hand basket has some freshly cut hell in it.

Short Stories in Colour . . . #colourphotography #landscapephotography #photography #urbanphotography

Stories in Colour . . . #colourphotography #landscapephotography #photography #urbanphotography