Archive for March, 2019

Sunday, March 31st, 2019


Then tomorrow, another day, and another.
And after floods of, more of, and more of –
Some small respite.

Saturday, March 30th, 2019


One has to make one’s way to the machine.
That’s a bit of a drag. It’s not like there is all the time in the world.
There are things to do.

Friday, March 29th, 2019


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Where is Tulip? Petal?

Thursday, March 28th, 2019


My phone is not working now.

Wednesday, March 27th, 2019


“One can only believe in one thing at any one time.”
One surely cannot believe anyone would be so dumb as to say that.

Tuesday, March 26th, 2019


The curly archers, their bows strangely straight, have taken up their position outside M&S.
Nobody knows what it all means.

Monday, March 25th, 2019


I wait and wait
It’s what I usually do
Then, when you arrive, we go our separate ways

Sunday, March 24th, 2019


Skip along there!
The day is slipping away.
Are you plugged in as far as you can go?

Saturday, March 23rd, 2019


Here comes The Salvation Army
with their poems and Band Aids.

Friday, March 22nd, 2019


I have almost finished the novel, the one with one character in it, you, and it has been a struggle to keep you alive through some 700 pages of meeting no-one, saying nothing, going nowhere, eating three frugal meals each day, sleeping 8 hours a night, dreaming emptiness, feeling neither well nor ill but neutral, and sitting at the table you call a desk, pecking away at the typewriter.