This week two f**king poems about cats; next week one poem about Two Cats F**king.
vs. Poetry
Planet Caramel
You take the Low Road, I’ll take the High Road, and I’ll get to Loch Munchie before thee . . .
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.
Catastrophe
A sad, tragic, dismal culmination of events that saw defeat snatched from the jaws of victory; the gods of genius not so much unfavourable . . . more kept at bay by a needy beast desperately determined to fulfil its own agenda. Continue reading
I Don’t Understand
Following on from Perfect, nobody is; all of us have something we don’t understand. But is that what’s meant when the words are said? Continue reading
Perfect
Following on from last week’s post, which got tweaked not once, but twice after posting, a little something about perfection:
My Big Fat Status Update
We all know someone who posts them, but never do it ourselves . . . Continue reading
Dieting 17th Century Style
Thinking of going on a diet but not sure whether you can face the commitment/lack of overindulgence? Perhaps considering things from a 17th Century perspective might help make up thy mind?
