Circular thinking Never got you anywhere But slinky thinking Might just have a chance At least it might Step out of the box Lift up the lid And see what…
I made rose water I took the petals And soaked in water Checking every day A hidden pot In greenhouse corner It was a stink I threw away I dried…
So the cat Looks at the fire and The woven wicker basket, An echo from the past Slightly frayed and dusty With logs too new Damp and possibly Woodworm rotting,…
The wave overwhelming off white debris Wallowing down sinking in sponge sogginess spooling through loops To incidents long gone – half memory half myth Fighting to find foothold and strength…
Perfection My grandfather was a cabinet and violin maker – very skilled – and I am lucky enough to have some furniture passed down to me from the 20s and…
We used to call them Butterfly cakes, Not wasting much From teaspoon cut But fashion wings And place divided Beautified , In childlike eyes, From fairy cakes. (And what do…
Downsizing 8 into 3 and a cupboard Charities win A small remainder Reminder Of what was. Echoes in scattered homes Diluted of what was. Can’t fit the dining…
So is wisdom adding more layers or the divesting of them? was Ghandi fat or thin? what about giving all to gain all? but to gain all – honestly and…
The cat’s out of the bag He’s wandering scared Free crouching Mohican hair ridge Eyes wide Teeth and claws ready for Instant injections of Spitting fear and hate With so…
(Some how or other we have a cat. We are not cat people. His human came to stay – total learning curve) Cat curled Spotlight on Concentrated sleep Sleep Cat…
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