More dark lore from the insidious side of Social Media: Continue reading
vs. Poetry
Oh, Rather!
About words, well, one word in particular.
Patience & the Coffee Maker
There is a coffee maker
Just along the way
Simple and rustic
Open each and every day
Aroma heavy
A dark rich roast
Mixed with a whiff
Of fresh tobacco smoke Continue reading
Grate Expectations Will Only Lead to Tares
Wot with being educated in sarf London, one left skool not well-endowed on the grammar front. Upon realisation of how the wrong 2 can leave a whole sentence in complete error—‘knackered’ as they say where I come from—I recoiled in utmost terror.
With great Gusto, I tried to get much better. Gusto—guess what—did really great, while I just mediocre. Correct me if wrong, I’ll be glad. But a two-way street it’s apparently not, as discovered to my bad.
Two Cats F**king
As purromised last week. Yet somehow still hot of the purress.
Two F**king Cat Poems
This week two f**king poems about cats; next week one poem about Two Cats F**king.
Planet Caramel
Some thoughts on that lovely stuff known as caramel:
Summer Lovin’ (call me a cab)
A short story about the memories a beautiful summer can bring. Continue reading
London: a Tardis in Reverse
It’s only with hindsight that I realise what a ‘playground‘ London was for me from the mid-eighties (when becoming old enough to do as I pleased) to the late nineties; when changes started running so deep they were impossible to miss and/or ignore.
What a Waste
I used to scroll past half-decent posts without so much as a meh. Now it’s me doing the posting, I want the world to care.
