Pick a venue now, bouncer in black curly ear-cord heading ‘round the back like his old house phone’s been filed hidden tight away, like his neoprene smile. A line of glitz straggles from the stairs bum skirts, high heels, production hair strapless bras, assets wrapped for display, earrings dangle long, the click and sway. Dudes … Continue reading Those Old Days
All the signs of spring I'm seeing: like spilled ink, the green is fleeing; trees in blossom; young birds tweeing and the bees are busy beeing. Up, the mercury is treeing and the grass growth it is spreeing and you can't but help agreeing that the bees are busy beeing. I think that I might … Continue reading Busy Bees
I want to climb the poet tree and see the world as poets see. I want to go out on every limb and find out how to prune and trim. I want to know about every root, the hunt and suck of nutritional loot. And what about the flowers and bark those beautiful accessories that … Continue reading Poet’s Garden
Monsoon season afternoon rain will come very soon. School bus air thick as lard, tiny blue fan blowing hard - getting off the vinyl seats sounds a lot like ripping sheets. While the clouds form a bundle into the kitchen we all trundle; looking for milk and yummy snacks then to bedrooms we make tracks. … Continue reading Tropical Swimming
"You've got gall," said the bat to the ball, "slamming around like you don't care at all." "You think it's my call? To be thrown at a wall? You're nuts" retorted our friend, the ball. "I bump and I fall with no cushioning at all I'm just unloved." and he began to bawl "Oh stop … Continue reading The Other Cricketers
An itinerary is the path of bricks on which we hope to tread we lay our plans in naivety of what might happen instead. Everything is sold on hope - a wish, a solution, a cure - but the future's own itinerary's the only one that's secure.
Out of the Cave 