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It's time once more for our weekly trip Down Under, where Don will be doling out some sense, sensibility and downright silliness to get the week off to a good start. Priscilla is busy getting Lizzie ready for the show (see featured image, above). To find out more about Priscilla, Lizzie and the whole FCS... Continue Reading →
This is not a yoga mat, this ismuscles tensed and taughtand sweat, this isthree house moves andtwo different countries this is acceptance of the moment, this is my homelike place, this is exactly where I need to be, this ismy safe space, this is where I grow:A push beyond the boundaries of my comfort zone;a place where... Continue Reading →
One dayafter many a heartachewe will simply walkinto the wooded confines of the gorgesearching for strawberriesgems of sweet delighthidden amongst the swaying grass and leaves lit by sunshine which falls after the early summer rain has washed the grass, the leaves,the hillsides greenand cleanses usabsolves us aswe pause to taste a momentary joy: Sweet welcome,sugaring... Continue Reading →
Stone the crows!!! Priscilla's seen so much Flippant, Comic, and Serious poetry from Don recently that she's had to don her glasses in order to take it all in (see Featured Image). I always look forward to visiting sunny Australia on a Monday, especially when we have cold and grey skies outside. For more of... Continue Reading →
The salt pans of Sečovlje sleep while sailing boats shelter in place along the harbourthe sun also risesI stretch out my hand and touch Croatiathe narrow peninsular’s dotted and furred with cypress and Mediterranean pinethe sculpture park we visited the first time I came here where all the dreams of a great empire sleep like lions... Continue Reading →
No villain in hell could tell such blatant lies;inciting the people to embrace tyranny:With words of hate the power of progress dies. I see no sentient soul behind those eyesinviting destruction of democracy: No villain in hell could tell such blatant lies. We must not be too blind to realisethe power of the vote’s fragility:With words... Continue Reading →
Happy New Year, poetry lovers! I'm excited to begin a whole new year of poetry challenges by examining a lyrical, dance-like poetic form: the villanelle. The form originated in France, though its name derives from the Italian villanella meaning 'a rustic/peasant song or dance.' It was originally a ballad-like pastoral poem with no fixed form,... Continue Reading →
Don is back from the Christmas break with a fresh new trilogy of Flippant, Comic, and Serious poems for the New Year. By now, I'm sure his reputation precedes him, along with that of his best animal friends Priscilla and Skip (pictured above, looking lean and mean). But I do recommend you head over to... Continue Reading →
His hands make light work of my dreamsand I have nurtured his long summers gone:Love is not always that bright thing it seems. My gentle heart is bursting at the seamsas I am left dejected and alone:his hands make light work of my dreams. I look into his eyes, where darkness gleamssuch callous conduct, careless,... Continue Reading →
Soft falls the mournful January rainlike snowmelt in the solitary heartwhile we wait for the thaw of spring in vain. This heart’s iced-over like the Snow Queen’s childno chink or salt-crack can yet penetrate:Soft falls the mournful January rain. A dulness permeates this winter-mindspreads tumour-like though winter-body blind while we wait for the thaw of spring... Continue Reading →
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