Archive for July, 2019

Wednesday, July 31st, 2019


The worst-kept secret The best-kept lawn
The dawning realisation of what is too far away

Tuesday, July 30th, 2019


The Bottle Opener & The Iron
(waiting for another day) – – The Cushion-Throwing Competition

Monday, July 29th, 2019


To enjoy a sport as much as possible it is essential that one is dressed in the latest fashionable and best “kit”. Also, a manicure and a pedicure should be procured. Only then may one venture into the sporting arena confident that even if one is hopeless at the game, you will look good.

Sunday, July 28th, 2019


I have been here before. Before have I been here. I cannot remember what I was doing or doing I was what or I happy
was or unhappy was. It may not even have been me. I am changeable although in essence not much changes at all.

Saturday, July 27th, 2019


“. . . . you cannot employ your time worse than in making verses. An Author, whether good or bad, or between both, is an Animal whom everybody is privileged to attack; For though all are not able to write books, all conceive themselves able to judge them. . . . In short to enter the lists of literature is wilfully to expose yourself to the arrows of neglect, ridicule, envy and disappointment. . . . However, if you cannot help being occasionally seized with a poetical paroxysm, take at least the precaution of communicating your verses to none but those, whose partiality for you secures their approbation.”
                – Matthew Lewis, from The Monk (Volume II Chapter II)

Friday, July 26th, 2019


The Mercedes Benz you desire
The simple companionship that matters

Thursday, July 25th, 2019


I never really knew what “missing” meant until I missed for real.

Wednesday, July 24th, 2019


Well, any hope we had back then
evaporated like milk. Oh wait —
that’s not a real thing, is it?

Tuesday, July 23rd, 2019


& so begins a new period
of making things up
in a new way

Monday, July 22nd, 2019


The spaces in-between
Appear to have been filled
By wastes of