DAY 17 – Aug 19 a whiff of spring a scent of jasmine in the air bluer skies dazzling daylight lasting longer soul uplifting then there...

DAY 16 – Aug 18 (on this day in 2019 the scene outside my window was very different) BRUCE sugar cane sugar cane sugar cane sugar Bruce...

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...