… used to write observational ditties. Sunrise anecdotes, as they rose to view. High-rise moments that could tickle and tease. Bric-a-brac messages from me to you. Kept them in a folder, tattered and torn: My […]

… used to write observational ditties. Sunrise anecdotes, as they rose to view. High-rise moments that could tickle and tease. Bric-a-brac messages from me to you. Kept them in a folder, tattered and torn: My […]
Do not give that poet licence to print. Trust him with nothing more than a bent quill. Give him no room to manoeuvre, no hint of suggestion; no modicum of thrill; nothing to spill upon […]
Made in his likeness. More true than correct. A permanent resemblance, confirming his rigidity. In every respect a replica; and in that sense, a thing to be admired. As would justify impressive compliment: so highly […]
I am nothing but myself without you. You are the key to every lock I own. To say you are my everything is true. Without you I am never more alone. You are my Spring, […]
A dispossessed poet has no address. Vagrant wordsmith finds himself lost for words. Sunday morning solitude. More or less a Waste Land. Quarters apportioned in thirds; fractional allotments… absurdities. Occupied tables, multiples of six, or […]
There’ll be ample time to talk of wonders; but for now, you have the gift of eyes and ears. Silence speaks as loud as lightning thunders. Save those unspoken thoughts for coming years. As for […]