About that way older people always seem when looking at them from a young perspective, then catching up a bit and realising the grotesque reality.
Author: N. P. Ryan
Cats Under Attack! (Backdoor Clawing Redux)
Should cats be banned? It’s a question being asked in New Zealand. In Australia one local council offered $10 for any ‘feral’ cat scalp residents bought in.
Motorcycle Despatch Riding Time Machine
Reflections on the Thames from an early 90s London Bridge.
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The Anti-Net
A poem possibly about indecision more than anything else.
Buck Rogers and the Invasion of the Twitter Bots
Inspired by a Twitter thread where someone said that an account open for eighteen months with only a handful of followers is a clear sign of a bot; for someone to reply that wasn’t true as it described them; only for the someone to come back and say that fact alone made them the least qualified to make the claim.
I don’t recall where such a fine example of ‘Twitter Logic’ was found. Too aghast to stop for mementos and screenshots, compelled to poetry instead!
A Poem about Poems about Cats
On the back of the recent Clawing at the Backdoor yet another poem about cats. In fact, a poem about them. And on International Cat Day too.
If it’s all getting too much, don’t panic – there’s some calming cat pics coming up below!
Don’t Sweat It
The inspiration for this poem speaks for itself. Good thing, as I’ve no intention of ever mentioning it again.
Continue readingAn Environmental Catastrophe Clawing at the Backdoor
Poems just come to me, seemingly from out of nowhere. This one appeared last night after a couple drinks. Unfortunately it’s unlikely to win me any friends.
Only people who like cats read/look at cat related things.
Shaded
The day of walking by the lake with Thoughts on Epitaph my sunglasses also broke. It happened first, as did the idea for this; a poem about being kept in the dark.
Thoughts on Epitaph
It’s always good to plan ahead. I thought of this while out for a walk by the lake on a beautifully perfect sunny summer’s day.
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