A collection of twelve short poems never more than thirty-six words long. From subjects such as friends, middle-age, still being cool despite the former, lies, food, family, cats, being rude, tradition and more!
With thanks to EVJF GREG for use of the image. Continue reading
Inspired by bumping into an old friend, the below could be considered a sequel to Two Gods. With thanks to Vlad Bagacian for the use of the image, an excerpt of a larger photograph that can be seen fully in the link.
Re July 1st with mention of one event taking place previously:
I’ve had severe problems (Spondylolisthesis) with my lower back since the age of twenty-four. Because of it being degenerative doctors dismissed there potentially being something wrong with the upper part too. After nine years a specialist in Bristol finally decided to get it x-rayed.
Neighbour knocked on front door earlier, thought I was M. Offer to go get M, but no, want message relayed. They aren’t social distancing from door, which I already have Continue reading
There’s something wrong with what we feed our cats. It isn’t secretly added or hidden from the ingredients. It’s right there on the label staring us in the face, but apparently we never see it.
Covid-19 will mark a momentous turning point in zombie films/TV and, for that matter, anything of a post-Apocalyptic nature. Continue reading
It’s said not all heroes wear capes; but what of non-daring-and-dashing cape wearing types: does anyone give a damn for our dilemma, the misery life is made thanks to comics, movies and TV? It’s a royal pain in the utility belt!
As purromised last week. Yet somehow still hot of the purress.
This post two furking poems about cats; next post one poem about Two Cats F**king.
N. P. Ryan 