… 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 […]
With my attention divided, I sit… Pen, poised above the page in readiness; hopeful of a script that would see it fit the purpose of a quill; and so, impress its thoughts upon a blank […]
From that which lies about us we construct plausible solutions; scenarios that help explain what life, by chance, has plucked as this day’s harvest of ripe curios: people, events, time and place alongside those artefacts, […]
The young talk in terms of ‘failing forward’. They have swallowed an implausible pill. ‘Failure’s now an option’ – one they applaud: ‘Why fear failure? An innovator’s thrill!’ Let’s stop, let’s pause, let’s think on […]