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I have a personal trainerand his name is Ollie:if you want to shed those lockdown poundsjust call on Ollie. He will not let you stop to drinkhe shows no mercyand don’t you even stop to think you’re tired, or thirsty. He’ll make you race him down the hillalong the seashorethen all the way back up againscreaming... Continue Reading →
A whole quarter year has passed in this Twitter Poetry Challenge. So I guess I'm not feeling as excited about #NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month) as everyone else is. But I did add it to the tags of my Twitter poems for good measure. I also gave myself a break on Wednesday (day 90) because... Continue Reading →
'Laundry, laundry, still wars and laundry;nothing else holds fashion.'Misquoted from Shakespeare, Troilus and Cressida (Act V, Scene ii) Those of us with children, or at least thosewho've ever laundered for themwill knowlaundry accumulates exponentiallywith the birth of each additional child.This is not a complaint, nor any lackof gratitude, but a simple statement of fact. My... Continue Reading →
“How do you know but ev’ry Bird that cuts the airy way,Is an immense world of delight, clos’d by your senses five?”- William Blake, from The Marriage of Heaven and Hell, 1793. We have forgotten we are part of naturean integral partwe think that we can bend the very seasons to our willwe think that... Continue Reading →
I remember cherry blossom blooming in London at around this time of year. How it enchanted the gardens of suburbia, transforming them from dull semi-detached '30s monotone to cotton-candy-coloured bowers of bliss. How the petals fell in the wind, twirling that dance they do, declaring 'Spring is here! Yes, even in the City, spring is... Continue Reading →
We all know that Don's pampered puss Priscilla loves the camera, as is evident from today's photoshoot (see Featured Image.) However, in searching through Stan's photography archives, Don has discovered another feline model, Boofy, who may be about to steal the limelight. More on this below...Meet Priscilla, Stan and a whole host of other comic... Continue Reading →
I am grateful to announce the publication of my poem 'The Long Read' at Spillwords Press today, and would like to thank the team at Spillwords for their continued support. It was an honour to be voted Author of the Month for Jan/Feb 2021, and I am equally honoured to have my poem published today.... Continue Reading →
I’m not afraid to diefor when I go, I knowI’ll be in such good company up there.Up where?For the Kingdom of Heaven is withinalso without the three women I admire mosthave already joined that holy hostwithin me and without meI am made of lightno body can contain meyou dwell in that light with meand so I... Continue Reading →
A painter without a brush, that's what I'd like to be; a painter without a brushor any paint: to paint with words alonethe things I see, without too much of artifice,without restraint. I'm not sure I could paint youa sunset sky in poetry, and anywayyou know the way it goes:all crimsons, lilacs, pinks,the softer shades... Continue Reading →
There’s a knot in my stomachwhich was not what I wanted butguess what?You can't always get what you want.But if you try sometimes...What I need?Not to feel this way. This knot is not from want but from need. © Experimentsinfiction 2021, All Rights Reserved Written for dVerse Tonight, Mish is hosting quadrille, and she has asked... Continue Reading →
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