blessed are we when visited by birds feasting nesting mating in our trees I say ‘our trees’ but they belong to no-one we just put a fence...

Bob Daly left the world today well, not today day before yesterday on his birthday New Year’s Day of course he did that would be his way...

Here's one to start things off: Jan 10th Selfie Psycho crones like me don’t wannabe in selfies ‘Come on… Purleese!’ firm arms snake...

BURWOOD 2   father in the lounge leg crooked up on one knee cup of tea four sugars more pile of biscuits sliced Genoa brown apple core...

these coconut-ice sunsets when the air is pink and crisp and still dessicated chill and you can’t wait to split some wood crunch...

February 27th we are watching the war on television as if it were a show baby faces crying parents brothers sisters dying starving we are...

O, Febfast, Febfast not so fast especially in a leap year you think at 14 you’re halfway but no no no it’s halfway plus another day it’s...

The King birthday of the king no, not the one from Nazareth although that’s quite a thing El-vez The Pres soundtrack of my skinny, bony...

Fluviophobe rainy days like these I quickly go from fluviophile to fluviophobe from il to ob in one fell swoop being fluviatile has made...

The 2nd Coming? what’s that sound? heartbeat thumping blood pumping spirits crumpling is it coming is the water rising should we be...

Prick little shard of glass will you seek me out with your sharp point to pierce the fragile skin the saggy flesh what is your point...

Rock and Doris in the nightmare crush of pillows where I wrestle sleep and thoughts that ought to know just when to stop and where to go...

Time! red wine tonight not white or pink the one you think won’t be as lethal until you’ve necked the bottle no red it was just when you...

January 1st fresh start brave heart against the odds the body’s grim reminder of the truth time’s running out to be cute no doubt a next...

good will seeps like mist through tiny pores past oak-thick doors of brick-hard fierce resistance to the yule stubborn as mules we are...

November 4th 2023 hands in the dirt wrenching weeds planting seeds until old knees scream stop! but you can’t stop the sun is up the...

November 3rd 2023 the year runs down like clockwork like an iphone like a spreadsheet like wine down my throat like piss down the pisser...

how can we compete with trees? artists, sculptors trees bring them to their knees jeez Louise look at those trunks big spunks those...

lest we forget how wet we were when the river came to call before dawn while we were still in bed but not asleep on high alert and fully...

People often ask with a sneer, ‘Do you do divorce ceremonies, too?’ Tee hee hee. Well, short answer, ‘I do and I will. Divorce doesn’t...