The dog unleashed narrowly avoided being run over …. dead as a doornail … by the truck which was, as coincidence would have it, from the local dog pound. The driver was later quoted as saying: “I used to be a much better driver in my younger days…that dog was lucky.” Then he winked, smiled, and nodded his head, making it clear what his actual intentions were.   Anyway…that’s enough about that. Generally, I believe, being ‘unleashed’ is a really good thing to be: especially wh

“You can’t hang ten on a lemon.” This was an ad. I actually forget what for. Hang Ten may have been a T-shirt? Not sure. My good friend since primary school told me that ‘lemons’ were surfies. He was a surfie. Pretty sure the  last  type of individual ‘lemons’ referred to were surfies. The very  last. I think he was confused by the ‘hang ten’ allusion which has something to do with surfboards and waves…though maybe I am confusing that with Deltans masterpiece… Hanging Five… w

You are as old as you feel.  What a truism. I was 25 a long time ago.  And I must have felt old, because I wrote a poem about being......

Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Or - as in my as my former beloved once wittily informed me- ‘Absence makes the fond heart wander’....

Our nature is to be suspicious of everything ... and everyone. Especially 'Nature' itself. For Nature may (and does) turn against us on...

I had to move... The burghers sucked... No... Really I am sure they were 'infected'... But probably not...   In truth... If truth be...

I am somewhat tent-ative about writing about tents.  Still, I must say, I have nothing against them... per se. I have several. I have had...

Outside this Wattle and Daub the wind is doing what the wind does best:  blowing the trees every which way... including loose. And the...

New Year more fear Who is really who…   Allow me to be more precise... more clear...   As if Christmas was not bad enough With the...

The Jolly Old Fellow got stuck in the chimney: but it was Christmas morning, so it was all just very funny. Still, it was...

I forgot to remember Both Gough... and The War   Arguably, neither achieved much in the long run... No... Not true... Sorry... Spirit of...

It is a mess!   They say: God bless this mess... I say: it is just a mess... And a mess gets in the way of moving around the house... you...

These feelings are... well... grand... Such an old-fashion word... To use such a word in todays 'modern' poetry... Why... the very...

I had a personality once upon a time. I thought that it belonged to me... till I realized... It was not really mine.   This...

Rain has no conscience shows no fear Displays no love… Is not a living thing. Effects not to condemn… not to judge…. Simply falls from a...

from a cabbage to a king a story oft told a metaphor of transformation akin to transmutation... from lead to gold there was once a tale a...

Beloved palm sits in the shade... Like me... It does not seem to like to see the sun... Again... Like me... And though my Beloved is...

Power lines provide... well... Power... To the people Not in any political sense of course... Though... that may well be a matter of...

France once Left now turning Right gutter ideals sewer mentality growing nasty children thank you family Le Pen we have to encompass the...

at first luxuriant now overgrown in its time replete with a goodness that only the Earth could provide the shadow falls across the garden...