My little friend pops up from time to time for a nibble.
He has no name. He just sits there and focuses on the job at hand.
My little friend pops up from time to time for a nibble.
He has no name. He just sits there and focuses on the job at hand.
Ode To Social Anxiety Sitting opposite my wife With my napkin On my lap, I gripped my fork and stabbed the duck, Marinated in weird oriental sauces, so I thought, Served with a smashed potato, As I was crushed… Read More ›
How much more can I take From the weak, petty and jealous Propping up their frail egos By draining me Of my peace Of mind? How will this end? Their ego and character will sit unsteadily On a… Read More ›
Only to have my faith and peace trashed
And crumpled up
And thrown back on to the path.
A split second moment
That meant nothing to anyone
But me
I remember Running through streams and stepping over twisty ripples One mossy rock at a time, The thin hands on the grandfather clock Ticked and tocked and stopped momentarily Allowing our laughs and screams of joy Time to spread through… Read More ›
What a beautiful day Nice Hot Sweaty Clean fresh views Of the raspberry bush Purply red prickly swaths Of leaves And fruit And watery streams Running away from springtime