Day 365
I knew I’d end up writing another fragmentary as the last daily post of 2022, but I didn’t think I’d be telling you that, after two days of awful toothache,… Continue Reading
Browsing Tag: Aggie’s Art Of Happiness
Day 364
The first draft of Aggie’s Art Of Happiness is complete. I finished it at 17:40 this afternoon. I don’t know how to feel about it, to be honest. I had a… Continue Reading
Day 363
The bad news is that I’ve totally lost track of time today. The good news is that I think I’m about three or four chapters from completing the first draft… Continue Reading
Day 330
PRETENDING I pretended for two months That I’d never been in love. I handed her prosecco With my hand in a white glove. I tried to make her want me… Continue Reading
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
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 326
The thought had crossed my mind to write anojther poem today, but I wasn’t feeling it after a fairly chaotic day. I also wanted to share something special – for… 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