Dismal thoughts' I suppose I am in my second childhood Well I might be if I really understood what life is supposed to be like if one has not got a bicycle or a trike. I would like to ride into the sunset I have bicycle clips and yet I hesitate, although I know if I wait I shall no longer be able to... Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, January 18, 2016
Sunday, January 17, 2016
Has anyone got a pin? I have to winkle this poem out its shell. Well everything has a beginning. It is all very well to say afterwards is this an idea and look forward to what will appear. Or in most case. leave no comment or trace. so really one cannot cement a lasting feature. as one can tell as I... Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, December 13, 2015
So, so. Albert worked part-time at the florists shop in the High Street. It was his first job a kind of training process doing odd jobs and discovering the way of things. He walked cautiously down the path at Honeysuckle cottage. No one had answered his continuous knock on the backdoor. He noticed a... Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, December 9, 2015
Alone. Today I feel like walking alone I cross the long flat expanses of my mind. This place has been cut from memories The sandy floor is the disintegrated core of all my hopes and ambitions. An occasional object almost like a sad tree Stands in the distance and a few scattered pools of light rest... Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, December 7, 2015
Life Can you remember when you stroked my thigh? And it reminded you of your sheep’s skin coat And you wrote some love poetry that I said brought lumps unto my throat. He No, is the water bottle warm I think you have had it long enough Once you did have a sweet form But I can’t think about that... Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, December 5, 2015
Wasting It was conceivable that she was not embarrassed but one wondered when pinkness welled provocatively. Lips pursed and yesterday’s kissed lipstick passed into the solid stickiness of a calm memory. It might have been a capture outside the residual emanation of nuances that are acceptable for... Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, December 2, 2015
Amanda Amanda is coming home today. She has been living far away. She will take a taxi from the train and she will walk all down the lane. I know because I know, I know. I wish the trees were still in leaf, with all bright flowers alive beneath. We scrubbed the wooden table bare. We placed new... Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, November 26, 2015
Bodyguard. I know for a fact when I signed the contract I did not read clause twenty two Now Miss Wolfy Dunn did you write it for fun I really don't know what to do. Your hair is like silk But I have to milk twenty cows in the morning dew It is all right for some must I suck your thumb? It is nearly... Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, November 21, 2015
Learning. I have one eye-lash and a wet handkerchief. In a strange way this is a relief. I could have ended up with nothing, like having an empty stocking for Christmas and no stuffing. During the perils of the night, the bony martyr seeks soothing shapes, taps the bedroom door. She is in the bed... Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, November 15, 2015
Good news at last, hot from the printing press. Whatever we write, try be quite Quite what, well warm or hot. Even if you think, as you begin to sink into apathy that someone will naturally need a little praise, your eyes may glaze But just wonder why you happened to blunder upon this page in this... Sign in to see full entry.