Don’t panic: it’s not yet another gratuitous foodie blog about eating every possible living thing just cos whatever. Though some might wish it was once they see what I’ve got cooking in this week’s big pot of poetry.
There’s something that really bugs me about To Do lists. Once it was only a mild irritation. Then one day in a meeting the person sitting next to me not only did it, but kept going over what they’d done again and again to the point I’m quite sure it would’ve been ad infinitum if the meeting hadn’t ended.
Now just the thought of it drives me insane with a pure rage and utter fury, that much like a butterfly coming out of its cocoon, has manifested as the beautiful verse below:
Me-me-me. That’s all this is about. No one else. Just me as I take a deep delve into the self for a candid, honest and heartfelt look at both my good and bad sides. Which one had hold of me at the time of writing – you decide!
A Reverse Review of the Recent Remake:
Verse about fixing motorbikes, becoming a vegetarian and liking clean hands.
It’s said buses always come in threes. If you’re stuck waiting for one without anything in sight or are maybe on one and not particularly enjoying the ambience, here’s three poems about them to help pass the time at least.
About that time a certain President came to visit.
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.
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.
Reflections on the Thames from an early 90s London Bridge.