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39 steps on the stairway to heavenPier 39 where the sea lions bask in the sun39 circuits round the same sun of this earth39 years since my birth 39 lines on my face tell a storyat 39 years I’m less youthful, but more-me39 years and no body can stop meas long as I've paper and... Continue Reading →
Fuži s tartufithat was 'pasta with truffles' the year after we first metmy first visit to Sloveniathere was also:steak with truffleseggs with trufflesasparagus with ham and truffles- to think I'd never tasted them before! The time we took the carwe thought we'd take back trufflesto Londonin the cara three-day journeyit was September and they were... Continue Reading →
It's Australian Open time, and Don's cat Priscilla is ready for action. She's honing her skills so that she'll be fit to take part over Zoom should the opportunity arise. If she's not too busy fitting her head into a piece of toast, that is! If you enjoy Don's unique blend of Flippant, Comic, and... Continue Reading →
This week, I have freed myself from the restraints of the tanka format and tried to follow where inspiration took me. Inspiration being something that comes and goes, perhaps some of these short poems are more inspired than others. I offer them up for your consideration, do let me know if you have a particular... Continue Reading →
Words... My bread and butter,my warm bath-water,my crystal clear lake in the height of summer:my home. My perfect mirrorof life all a-glimmerreflecting the light in myself and in others:shine on. My light in darknessin every dim recessof human unkindness you fear not to goand so I know me betterthrough words I utterwhether scribbled on paper... Continue Reading →
The only war I know is a war with myself and that is quite enough war for anyoneI fought it for such a long time until I realised I didn’t need to. Then there are those other wars: the ones that happen on the outside I’m happy to say I’ve never been involved in one;perhaps it's a privilege. Women don’t... Continue Reading →
February’s a fine monthof snowdrops and crocuses, thefirst whisperings of early spring:can you hear themfighting for breathbeneath the sleeping earth?Place your ear to the groundthrough the dustyou may justhear them sing. February's a fun monththe month that I was born, andI still celebrate this re-awakening though I'm a long time grown:this poet's monthseedlings of songsand... Continue Reading →
A whole four weeks of micro-poetry have flown by here at EIF! Once again, I have stuck mainly to the Tanka format for this week's Tweets. I may try some other forms or free verse next week. I am really enjoying the stunning contributions from other Twitter poets, and two who definitely deserve a mention... Continue Reading →
I came across it half-hidden by snowone sunlit winter eveningso peaceful that one could not hope to knowof horrors that once passed there. But curiosity being what it is, I stoppedhoping to find out more, and when I did I almost wish I hadn't,for now I cannot un-learn what I learned there. The ruined Smolej... Continue Reading →
We're back Down Under today with Don and the F.C.S. team. Skip was a bit upset that we haven't featured him in a post recently, so I've included one of his best headshots this time around. Skip is Don's drinking buddy and security detail. He also heads up the Sunday music selection over at The... Continue Reading →
Experiments in Fiction 