DAY 15 – Aug 17 a good park (shops are shut) light traffic (5k limit) cheap petrol (nowhere to drive) time off work (for the rest of...

DAY 14 – Aug 16 the urge barely controllable to drive that extra k a yearning for a favourite bread a bakery 7.1 too far from me...

DAY 13 – Aug 15 my lucky shop closed up the roller door came down another win for COVID I don’t want to go online admit that I’m a...

DAY 12 – Aug 14 sadness rolling in it can’t be helped stiff price we pay for keeping out of human reach Nina Simone wails in my head...

DAY 11 – Aug 13 calling out around the world… knock three times… twice on the pipe if you ain’t gonna show … periscope closes over radio...

DAY 10 – Aug 12 the corporate world spins to a halt we turn at once to art to what’s important what flows from the heart simple things...

DAY 9 – Aug 11 decided lack of zip today sometime the leaden wave of stasis is too hard to crest almost bereft of simple human contact...

DAY 8 – Aug 10 one week gone already in a flash and five short weeks to go the days file past like soldiers neither fast nor slow but at...

DAY 7 – Aug 9 great news! everyone’s an expert who knew we had so many friends with expertise so beyond clever they never bothered with...

DAY 6 – Aug 8 the fruit and veg at Highpoint quiet as a library rocks a new respect for queuing and a lot less squeezy touchy feely of...

DAY 5 – Aug 7 I just sneezed… Is that it? No! some dust I really have to blow my nose… Is that it? No! bit teary, lachrymose I feel too...

DAY 4 – Aug 6 hands to the lectern every day shoulders squared glasses fixed to face the fray say the words he has to say he knows will...

DAY 3 – Aug 5 everything must be re-sized 5K radius 1.5 the distance between me and you in the supermarket queue is marked out clearly on...

DAY 2 – Aug 4 forty-two days forty-one nights to go there’s snow and hail and harsh winds blow and no-one’s getting caught in showers...

New task: to write a poem a day under Melbourne curfew 2020. DAY 1 – Aug 3 fewer curs that’s what’s needed in these new cursed lockdown...

Seems timely to revisit The Dick. This poem, written as a homage at the end of #metoo 2018, sprang to mind in the light of last week's...

In the light of recent events here are a couple from 2 years ago (included in A Day At A Time In Rhyme) and, somehow, even more relevant...

May 24th RAVEN MAVENS every week I see you in your jaunty fashion shoots standing sitting sideways smirking on that chair with that hair...

Thank you, everyone, for all the messages of love and support last week. Particularly to all the first-time visitors to this site and all...

March 19th BLOOD RIVER unlucky street beside the river three houses in a row three mothers who lost sons one to madness one to death and...