A mistake. An error of judgement. A penalty brought against a quiet city. Stroll through the park, lunchtime almost over. A defect, a small disappointment. A summer day laden with clouds, grey light that softens the walls, the stone and brick, the glass. Less than expected. Someone to blame. A sparrow rests lightly on the …
Tuesday poem – “Odyssey”, by Karen Zelas
There are no maps to ease the passage of the godless. Already he is where none can follow. He has climbed into this space, this cavern in near-night, in the far-distance, driven. Cries that crash in forests of memory. Hunter and hunted, and which is he? Obscured in semi-darkness, crouched head bent to bony knees, …
This week, take up jogging; next, an Olympic Gold in the Marathon!
Couldn’t resist sharing this. It’s one of those things you come across regularly in online forums where writers and readers mix. Every month or so there’s someone who comes out with the whole “maybe one of these days I should write a novel” thing. They mean well (and I’m guilty of it myself from time to time), …
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Tuesday Poem – ‘To His Bibliophilic Wife’
for Stewart Had we shelf-space enough, and time, This gluttony, lady, were no crime. We would sit down and read away The afternoons of our love’s long day; You, by the fickle muse’s side Through Poetry stroll; I, in the tide Of Comedians’ Biographies drift. We would Build ourselves an ark of Fantasy, and flood The kitchen-cum-dining …
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And a-bloody-gain
Just a brief post to say that we're ok. I was with my sister-in-law in a shop upstairs in Riccarton Mall when it hit, and I have to say it wasn't an entirely pleasurable experience. But we're ok, and back home safely. And deeply impressed with how well everyone behaved - plenty of fear, but …
A Dark Feathered Art 