I am a mid-life sandwich You can see me coming. A weighed-down superhuman, worn out at the edges. I’d like to call myself a pensioner, with freedoms whilst still healthy, to live more riotously, to explore but duty pulls me. My wide portfolio profession of…

There are days I do not write a single poem quietly measuring my worth in affidavits I have carefully drafted the words to wound or give relief. The seriousness of being a lawyer Is not to be taken with a pinch of salt We march…