Archive for April, 2015

Monday, April 20th, 2015


I can be good I can be bad and some days I can be
neutral. Sometimes I hide. Sometimes I unhide.

Sunday, April 19th, 2015


I am old I can only make plans as far as lunchtime and instead of storing them here I will use my head my fluffy head.

Saturday, April 18th, 2015


After 3 days suspended from a branch
The world took on a completely different flavour to my eyes

I tasted the air with both hands
And even the bickering of happy families seemed almost something

Friday, April 17th, 2015


Don’t admit you’re wrong.
Stick to your guns. The glue
Is what holds us together.

Thursday, April 16th, 2015


Like the simile that wanted to be a metaphor
Desire can often be the wrong kind of longing

Wednesday, April 15th, 2015


Once in a while
It’s hotter than that

Fireworks skip the gutter

Tuesday, April 14th, 2015


Today, shepherds came to visit.
I wonder who was looking after the sheep during their absence.

Sometimes I have been left alone.
The silence during the long hours hurt my

Monday, April 13th, 2015


It was Emily Dickinson who stayed
In the house all the time. But
It was Constance Small who over-
Stayed her welcome at my house
In the long cold summer of 1987.

Sunday, April 12th, 2015


It was Henry James who said
Never use one word
When you can use ten. It was
Bingo Kramer who said
Never use any words
When you can use your fist.

Saturday, April 11th, 2015


I used to
But now I don’t

That was a pattern

I used it for a while
But as usual