Day 329
It’s Friday, early evening (late, I suppose, depending on how you look at it), and it’s one of those days where I question the wisdom of trying to write when… Continue Reading
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Day 328
THE DAY We walked the day off our feet in the rain When the darkness came, and more yards Of words fled from the pens we flexed In the half-empty… Continue Reading
Day 327
I’ve not written a fragmentary for ages. Today is one. The ristretto 2x didn’t taste quite as nice today – perhaps because I “only” had two Rich Tea biscuits beforehand,… Continue Reading
Day 325
THE FORGETTING Kett’s spectres, on a 21st century November Evening, in the quicksand wet gloaming, Falling leaves and the remnant of days On the forest floor, chasing around the trees,… Continue Reading
Day 324
illogic something always turns into something else every time something starts and something ends and something’s in the middle fractions would never allow us to get to a final destination… Continue Reading
Day 323
SATURDAY AFTERNOON The playgrounds are full of a different generation Of parents, playing with their children, watching Their children, talking with each other. It’s enough to make the middle-aged parent… Continue Reading
Day 322
I started writing another poem in my head earlier, but the day has been so relentless, I have forgotten even the few short words that made up the first sentence…. Continue Reading
Day 321
SCENES The train takes me past the football ground They use for cricket in the summer, where we Always either complained about the racket Of the metal wheels on the… Continue Reading
Day 319
LEAF DAY 2022 The rain, Eliot’s smoke in another world, Sticks to the window panes, pernicious and Poisonous, carried here by a cold wind From the south, where last week… Continue Reading
Day 317
Today I drove down to the old village to lay a wreath on behalf of Stradbroke Cricket Club on Remembrance Sunday. One of our own, James Grigg, was killed in… Continue Reading