C A R R I N G T O N

a glass filled with sand

June 15, 2025

𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍
𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚍
𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍
𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚋
𝚕𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢
𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖
𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚎
𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚠𝚗
𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗
𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚢
𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝
𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚢
𝚊 𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜
𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐
𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚋
𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚋𝚘𝚡 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜
𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝
𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛
𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚝
𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜
𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚍

obscured by fog

June 13, 2025

𝚒𝚏 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚢
𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎
𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗
𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚎
𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚞𝚎𝚜
𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚘
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎
𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚠
𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜
𝚜𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚎𝚍
𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢 𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚜
𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍
𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚐𝚒𝚏𝚝
𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚝
𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎
𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚍
𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙
𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐
𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢
𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜
𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛
𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚐

rage

June 11, 2025

𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚒 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚍
𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍

by the water

June 9, 2025

𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚑,
𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚜.

comfort in simple things

June 8, 2025

𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚙,
𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚎𝚊,
𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍,
𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎.
𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚜,
𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚙𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚍𝚜
𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑
𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚒 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍.

𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚜,
𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚊 𝚊𝚒𝚛.
𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝-𝚙𝚎𝚊,
𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎.
𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚔𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚜,
𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚐-𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔.
𝚊 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚓𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕,
𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚘𝚔.

𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚠,
𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍𝚜 𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛.
𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚠,
𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛-𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜.
𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎,
𝚜𝚗𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚜.
𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚋𝚘 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚎,
𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜?

my backpack

June 6, 2025

𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚔, 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚜
𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙.
𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎
𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝.

𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢,
𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛.
𝚘𝚏 𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍.

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚞𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢
𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍.
𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢,
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍.

𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜,
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛.
𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚟𝚞𝚕𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢,
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛.

what is a weed?

June 4, 2025

𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐
𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.
𝚗𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚜
𝚘𝚛 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝.
𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚢 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎,
𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍
𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗,
𝚕𝚊𝚠𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎.

𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚜
𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎.
𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜
𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚜,
𝚗𝚘.
𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐,
𝙾𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚗’𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑.

out-right old

June 2, 2025

with so many people
fighting time to stay
young, resisting
old age, and the
certainty to come.

why so much shame,
in something that
happens to us all?

why not a celebration
in living for so long?

summer haze

June 1, 2025

brightly coloured
mismatched clothes and
lop-sided ponytails.
small hands clutching the
chain of a long forgotten
swing in a park falling
into disrepair.

loose strands of hair
whip and whirl in a
wild halo haze as we
laugh and slurp on
iced-lollies and
Mr. Whippy,

telling stories and
singing songs,
never knowing a single
care or misfortune.

picking strawberries

May 30, 2025

i was sad to see them
wrapped in plastic
after picking them
so freely in the fields
all those years ago.

a girl and her basket,
nose blushed by the sun,
ribbons snapping
in the wind,

mosquito bites and
the hum of bees
as golden light
cast shadows
across tall grass.

in the distance, laughter.
innocence, yet to be taken

THE LONELY WHITE WOLF

my secret notebook

Author: C A R R I N G T O N