Is it worth it?

Grass grows to an unruly height. It makes the lawn untidy. Restore order, with its low rumble. First it breaks a Saturday lie-in. It leaves clippings to be swept up. Give it a few weeks, once more green blades will jiggle their blue, sun applause. — Over a year ago I was asked for myContinue reading “Is it worth it?”

Every morning, because it’s wonderful to watch

scrumpled dashes dots and lines between the tracks 09:33 2 mins until the train arrives for Kennington via Charing + On the tracks far from my reach the scrumpled ball of paper speaks: I am a poem between the tracks. — I am quite conscientious about dating my scribbles and working notes. It is aContinue reading “Every morning, because it’s wonderful to watch”

Sun Doves

Your greatest treasures in actions and thoughts are how much, how gently and how gracefully you let silent persimmons fall into your lap. — I’ve written about fruit again. (During the summer I wrote “Summermelon” and “Pakistan’s Gold” – An Ode to a Golden Mango.) I’ve once again also turned to life instructions and direction.Continue reading “Sun Doves”

Instructions

  Pine for the pigeon as a cat. Cover the house from ground to roof. You’re ivy. Start as a seedling in mid-summer.   These are six ways to complicate your life.   —   I tweet as @BeadedQuill. Please follow me on Twitter. Have a glance at my first volume of poetry here. SHININGContinue reading “Instructions”

A definition, notably for the cloud-dwelling artists

Success is speaking to the people who matter, In networking when due. Waste no time on a satyr. Success is doing what you should for Work, for Security, for Good. It’s silence when your speech would rattle, And indifference to a pointless battle. Success is deafness to all that’s ugly, But sympathy if your deed’sContinue reading “A definition, notably for the cloud-dwelling artists”

From a cutting grew the plant –

A year ago I shared my first post. This is #53. From about this time last year, I knuckled down to the collation, editing and typesetting of my first volume of poetry. It is now available for preview and purchase via blurb.co.za Since June last year, my work has been published in the poetry journalsContinue reading “From a cutting grew the plant –”

Nice Words #1

Roverhampton Bodensee plimsoles mixologist category salient stubble snub rubble rabble and ruin — I love lists and every now and then I wander around with a list either in my head or on scraps of paper of “current nice words.” At the moment this list includes torsion and fealty. The above list dates from mid-DecemberContinue reading “Nice Words #1”

The Poet

You’ve read me elsewhere Kapow! I’m redundant now – Yours, the superhero of pre-used words — This morning on the way to the tube I was given a copy of “Short List,” a glorified catalogue of a magazine (as most magazines are) and brother publication to my other favourite London freebie-mag, “The Stylist.” In thoseContinue reading “The Poet”

£299 from Strand

Saturday 14th Jan.             Yesterday I met a friendly piebald cat and ladders. So today I took the plunge: £299 on Strand. Friday the 13th   passed unscathed.          If I don’t spend the money now, it won’t be anymore. A dinky 11.6” this HP Pavilion (dm1-4020sa): £299 on Strand. Sunday morning, 00:05   15thContinue reading “£299 from Strand”

POEMS FROM A MYSTICAL DECADE

Our twenties is a time filled with firsts. According to research it is the decade we remember most vividly. Many of us document our experiences, often with the intention of doing something with those journals and emails about our gap years and unrequited crushes. Writer Annwen Elizabeth Evans, now nearing 32, has done just thisContinue reading “POEMS FROM A MYSTICAL DECADE”