Hurrah! The Beast From The East has finally arrived and all schools in the region have been shut. The view from the window is blizzardy. It’s probably a bit chilly, but I haven’t ventured out yet. I’m listening to a radio phone-in of people reporting the whiteness where they are (not that interesting […]
Don’t worry, write a poem…
Sometimes you’ve got things to worry about and other times you worry even when there’s nothing much to worry about. It doesn’t make much difference in the end. My advice: Stop worrying and write a poem. Worry is a big black bird. It spends its hours on a wire. Waiting. And then at the slightest, […]
Periods. Period. What should we call it?
It’s a terrible cringe of a word – period. If a word ever wore a tight bun and kept its books in alphabetical order, it’s a period. This is the word that goes with the twee trickles of dyed blue water poured in gleaming ad-land laboratories. Period. Flow, stop. Period. We need something better. Humanity […]
