June 30 th     I ain’t no Samuel Pepys these daily peeps are not the stuff of history no London burning plague of rats regimes changing merely misery this and that disguised as art and dogged grim determination to finish what I start to leave a mark fill in blanks tick those boxes dot some i’s a pox upon you Mr P you set the bar too high.

June 27 th     EOFY sounds like… toffee but there’s nothing sweet about this time of year those numbers tell the tale and it’s a sorry one in cold hard naked facts and figures is shouting from the rooftops dollars flooding out payments trickling in barely enough to keep a girl afloat worthless down to the last groat and tittle it were ever so make a little go a long long way from pay day to pay day hand to mouth go to woe.

June 25 th     old fool I am getting inked without a second thought of consequences that might flow that might be less than fun infection, say or sepsis worse nurse! what are these red spots dotting up my paper skin they don’t look funky they look scary and not like a skull and crossbones might be pirate ship or dagger maybe they mean a trip to casualty and a course of big fat pills. linktr.ee/JaneClifton

June 24 th     this page is staring up at me white as snow with empty lines requiring words something to show I meant it when I said I’d see this damn thing through again I’d make it to the end. linktr.ee/JaneClifton

June 20 th     another day another mother gone forever another grieving daughter wishing she’d been sweeter nicer listened more took some time to treasure precious moments left too late to weep bereft 70 is a cruel decade old enough I guess and yet too young to mend those bridges ask hard questions see the person for the blood sweet forgiveness love. linktr.ee/JaneClifton

June 7 th     what do you want ants? food water company? pot plants? what is your purpose what’s your plan? line after moving line hard-working specks of life but why? who is in charge? what is your mission in my kitchen can I perhaps leave out something you would like? that we could share? to keep you out of my hair. linktr.ee/janeclifton

I have fallen behind in the uploading of this year's 'poem a day' project. Making up for it now with random selections as I go. Please subscribe or leave comments. It helps. June 16 th     the world is nigh the end is coming we are running at it like so many lemmings high on stupidity stampeding to the cliff the clown has called the tune is immune to logic reason decency and we are doomed to extinction in his wake cut us a break invisible power it’s fall of man time comes the

creepy men in toxic kitchens itchin’ for some spicy action underneath the namesake apron beneath the pompous floppy hats cooking! it’s...

October 8 th MUMMY AGAIN   your face in the sky I wonder do they let you do that for today the day that marks the day you went away at...

our Age is packed with ads for puffy chairs and headphones screens pink i-devices mattresses vacation dreams the soft life in a time of...

pyjama life lived loose and large til noon or later bra-less life slowly sneaking past the front door rule down to the shops not to shock...

the morning paper downloads in a flash the morning what? tiny line bleeds straight across my tablet and in seconds voilà all is revealed...

on the numbers and the stars and she is back in dreamland on the lotto on the ‘scopes pumped with false hope and fingers crossed and...

hope drifts in like fog a whisper a suggestion of a maybe on a Saturday in the morning when the tank is dry bank balance said goodbye to...

catching up is cheating there I’ve said it is it though? no one will know if I penned this on the day or yesterday or several months ago...

sad nana how you make me smile what kind of mind decided to depict you (mine) you bring me joy with every sighting inviting quirky up...

thank you, Jesus thank you, lord for giving us this break forgiving our mistakes with chocolate chocolate and more chocolate and 5 games...

drawing life life drawing naked inescapable confronting in a good way line of limb large delicate stolid slim parts unseen before exposed...

a win we’ll take it rare as hen’s teeth my team making it look impossible string a few together boys bring some joy some belief relief...

I want stories not lists I get the gist of your agenda your scrupulous research a job well done boxes ticked rules obeyed the message...