The Man That is Me

The Man That Is Me Double-crumpled into U-bend,I find the man that was me,still is me – and with boots, rope and crampons –as keen as ever,I pull me up my neck and spine, finding my growing knobbles and sinking crevices peakingand troughing – perfectly purposed! Passing over the plateau of myself, I plant aContinue reading “The Man That is Me”

Doddering

My garden fences being toppled by the high winds of Storm Dudley was only the start of it. A warning of the ferociousness of the storm to come. Today … the machine of destruction rolls in and over the right to be free from coercive dictators. Dragon fire. Death. Disaster. The price of fuel, aContinue reading “Doddering”

Looking Again at Christmas

Looking again, Boris considers, The fiction that is the Christmas that is different for others; the Christmas that is smaller somehow – smaller and even somewhat less than a day in the land, upon which he plods and ponders. Reconsidering, after taking into consideration his own situation, Boris zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzhhh…… SLEEPS. Copyright owned by Jay Cool,Continue reading “Looking Again at Christmas”