Nature

Buddy with no Name

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.

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The Dinner

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 ›

Good afternoon. Some wine, Break bread, Listen intently As the afternoon breaks, Out of Morning’s cold clutch, And becomes Luminous, In its own right. Pulling the river and the people Quicker Towards a red silver evening.  

Grandfather’s Clock

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 ›

Summer Time

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