Personal. I would like to withdraw from your contemplating glance. Do not try to look interested, my hope has often risen on the merest whim It is like a pigeon’s chest, inflated, always cooing for a favourable chance. It would be wise to remember my shifty ways and my lack of reasoning. In the... Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, February 18, 2021
Thursday, February 11, 2021
2010 SNOW. I cannot stop in snow to say that I am sorry. There are restrictions to the entry of a cold face. I dare not slither to a halt lest I should see a sunny disposition in this icy place. Thoughts shatter into shards, it is so easy. When it is snowing one can face the elements and walk into... Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, February 8, 2021
Bad news for Gnome owners. A casual survey by my superior has revealed That some Gnome owners have concealed their charges throughout the winter time. I am afraid this is now regarded as a crime. It has been stipulated that gnomes must be kept visible and dusted daily, so naturally gnome owners may... Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, February 7, 2021
Candied. I thought that you were sweet within, your glistening sugary silky skin. All still remained as if to claim, you were a peach by any name. When you were moist and softly held once the flesh had gently swelled and the sun had fired the seed and warmed the hand that did the deed, there must... Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, February 6, 2021
Subject Matter. Let me try and think what you look like to me You will probably say, ‘A normal person.’ Probably, but I am trying to look at your psyche. I see nuances, but I would like to search for the real version. If I am honest I see a low form of hostility; no more. It has not finished all the... Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, January 31, 2021
Poem Once when l was just a fresh faced guy Kissed by the summer breeze and shy I knew that something new replaced the feelings that I was a boy. There were girls but women knew although for reasons of their own how youth would fumble and review the softer calling which would hone desire and reasons... Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, January 28, 2021
Oldie Potato Pickers In the wet grass where we searched for a shilling. Shiny eyes rooting deep into the brown roots around our scuffed boots, which were soaked to the cardboard filling. The memory of receiving wages one shilling and a pound. Three boys, three days and a thousand tons of potato... Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, January 24, 2021
Oldie Please excuse this little muse She has not yet been trained She has been sweeping chimneys And washing when it rained. I should have given her a scrub To get rid of the grime But she is so darned ticklish And I didn’t have much time. Of course I cannot introduce This innocent sweet child To... Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, November 27, 2020
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Thursday, November 26, 2020
One week ago and then frosts came.
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