Archive for October, 2018

Sunday, October 21st, 2018


Hello to a farmer in a countryside field,
where lambs gambol and munch grass.

Saturday, October 20th, 2018


Superficiality is no vice (I think that’s how it goes) and this is no time to lurk in
the misty regions of symbolism, where matter is not perceived as strange enough.

Friday, October 19th, 2018


Below ground is fraught with risk, so I avoid it where possible.

Thursday, October 18th, 2018


A recent shift towards dressing up in the hope of getting an amusing reaction
is one of the most important (if disturbing) examples of bubbling good humour
(and is also brilliant).

Wednesday, October 17th, 2018


The carpenters of song document a rich inner life
in a world where you can buy a stick to hold your phone.
This is self-love.

Tuesday, October 16th, 2018


No longer sarcastic, patronising and loud
I am now more a patchwork of beliefs and fears and certainties and doubts.

Monday, October 15th, 2018


I intend my next poetry poem to be fantabulous
but must wait until I am in the right mood.

Sunday, October 14th, 2018


It’s pleasing on occasion to state the obvious
and listen to the applause in your own head.

Saturday, October 13th, 2018


I hear bells. You hear warning signals
from the far side of the mountains where worn out souls have gone to fade.

Friday, October 12th, 2018


Sometimes you have to spit out what you find in your head.