The girl much complimented for her great ass would rather win a Man Booker. Too bad there is no categ’ry for her taut, perfected writer’s seat. — Today’s light-hearted five-liner conveys unashamed auto-biography. The lack of craft and productivity in my writing annoys me. My attempt at the professional/ aspirational middle class life has beenContinue reading “A Writer’s Work”
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Nice words #4
stuffs extrapolation exponential resonate apt assimilate peanut chickens plait — As promised yesterday, a current list of favourite words. Bachata should also be included, but it didn’t really fit with the rhyme and rhythm of the list. Follow me (@BeadedQuill) on Twitter for the latest on my current favourite activities, which include AfroCubanLatin dancing. I’m also on FacebookContinue reading “Nice words #4”
Escucha My new muse is light in his visits, is late, never calls, smiles his cheek, tells me nothing. So I invent everything. My new muse wears white-soled trainers and a St. Christopher tucked against the tattoo, never seen in full. When the night begins, the muse’s t-shirt smells of clean laundry. My new museContinue reading “Poem 104”
How do you make a dream come true?
1. Wake up. Work hard. Plan and strategise. Talk to someone who has done it before. Find a mentor. 2. Protect its pollen from the wind. Blow on the quills when they erupt. Wrap it in this moment and suspend it from but what if? It might rest its weary hope in a chest ofContinue reading “How do you make a dream come true?”