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…
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…
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…
Tune and time Together melody mixed Either trip up Or dance smoothly Such joy When fleeting harmonies Coincide And heavenly tune and time Result In found pearl fishers Harmony
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