Poetry ProseThe Vennel Of Me, 2019

The central theme is finding adventure in the mundane, of enriching your life by tiny increments. I see a community of souls driving on clotted roads, losing life to the distance travelled. I wondered what lay dormant behind the road locked eyes of strangers and myself. I wrote this in the work car park and on the walk between parking up and getting home. I wanted to see how that journey could be reassigned, to examine the concept of the commute as a waste of time. My work attempts to ignite any sedated traveller into rethinking how they pass through that journey. That time need not be held in confinement; we can roam within it.