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Nightmare hooligan
I wasted many years chasing windmills and waterfalls. Now I finally act my age, and my friends feel uncomfortable when I’m serious. So I play the clown, the eternal court jester, the fool. I’m a nightmare hooligan with a bloody nose seeking the Book of Knowledge and the Truth, if...
Train Wreck
She’s a train wreck in a black mini dress. I stood on the tracks, watched her approach. There was nothing I could do to stop her.
Unhappiness
Ok, not the most upbeat subject for a Friday, but one does not pick and choose when these things come.
Emily Dickinson
I finished reading a selected work of Emily Dickinson’s poems. She wrote over 1800 poems in her lifetime, although only a handful were published while she still breathed. I found it helpful to read about her and then read her poems. The understanding of who she was as a poet...
Morning sounds in my back garden.
The drone of a single bee hidden beside the shed. A wood pigeon calls. A rook answers. The sun slowly emerges in a bath of blue sky.
Diminishing Darkness
I became aware of the diminishing darkness unlocking the sky’s potential.
Listliss morning
A cold listless morning. Timmy is out back throwing a mouse in the air, playing catch by himself near our old green kayak.
One more wink
A lone car rumbles down the street the morning yawns you pretend to sleep not ready for the hustle just one more wink
Hooray for mom and pop shops, they add colour to local neighbourhoods
I like the diversity of sights and sounds in a big city. I don’t know how you feel about public transport, but I think taking a bus across the city is a fantastic way to survey the landscape. I took the #48 bus from Downend to Bristol City Centre, a distance...













