I think I’ll go and make a cup of tea. Not because I need one; it’s more the case that it will fill this moment perfectly. More the point, that just now I need some […]
Month: November 2014
Breakfast
Does breakfast make a universal theme? Is the smell of toast too sentimental? Is one man’s milk just another man’s cream? Is it all too light and continental? Does breakfast brew the day with full […]
Clings Too Tightly
He who clings to conviction too tightly will through suffocation more likely squeeze the goodness from his cause and un-rightly render breathless the whistling breeze. The iron-clad grip is a fragile bond and a stifling […]
Beggars Belief
The case of the missing sonnet unfolds, layers of intrigue, yet to be revealed. One: the sonneteer vehemently upholds, that crucial evidence has been concealed. Two: he claims the sonnet (to date his best) […]
Rich with Joy
Raised on the red dust of the Western Plains, this unexpected child of farming stock brought with her the hope of September rains; the joy of one lamb to a larger flock. She weathered seasons […]
Cursed Pile of Dirt
Oh! cursed pile of dirt, in crude repair, what reason dost thou have to be so cruel? Anchored firm with that cold and heavy stare, as would befit a cross and cranky mule. Has’t thou […]
One More Sonnet 