Archive for July, 2018

Monday, July 16th, 2018

 

People were scratching their head (or heads) – Was it lice?
Perhaps a state of communal confusion. Why oh why?

Sunday, July 15th, 2018

 

To be ensorcelled is to be fascinated
– How you can go through a life and never hear the word until now

Saturday, July 14th, 2018

 

When first I stepped foot on the ocean
It was as if I had taken to the air
To wind up lost in the world of cloud

Friday, July 13th, 2018

 

Days when you feel you know nothing
When all the genius is packed and departed
When everything achieved has been luck
And all that’s going on around you means nothing
But perhaps this feeling is the feeling that matters

Thursday, July 12th, 2018

 

Fell into the mirror. Fell into the mere.

Wednesday, July 11th, 2018

 

Organza that turned out to be a fabric and not a colour
Though it sounds like a colour

Tuesday, July 10th, 2018

 

“Single-sex clusters of Bostonians made their boisterous way through the streets, hoping to collide with their opposite numbers.” What is wrong with this sentence?

Monday, July 9th, 2018

 

Wandering the mountains with the fear of what old age holds.

Sunday, July 8th, 2018

 

…. the poem that wants nothing to do with this world –
only with the other

Saturday, July 7th, 2018

 

“Her red lips and imagined kisses
and pearls upon her sleeves.”