Category: Non-Fiction
Affluenza – a haibun
An attempt at writing a haibun… They say he suffers from affluenza… An affliction that leads to sloth, obesity and a general tendency towards self-gratification. His domestic employees only remain in his household as the money is good and helps to compensate for his temper tantrums, his fastidiousness and his demanding nature. His spouse however cannot tolerate him any
» Read moreDead Clever
‘What a glorious island darling sunshine, beautiful sea, this romantic bungalow, our own sailing dinghy. Simply perfect.’ ‘Drink your iced tea my dear or it’ll get warm.’ Moira drank deeply ‘shall I call the houseboy to bring more?’ ‘I gave him the afternoon off dearest.’ ‘Well I’ve had enough tea anyway.’ Yes, you certainly have my dear.’ Whatever do you
» Read moreVolcanic disruption…
My wife and I were on holiday on the island of Tenerife in 2010 when all aircraft were grounded because of the volcanic eruption in Iceland.
» Read moreTo lie or not to lie. (That is the question.)
Table for One
I don’t need to say ‘Table for one’ any more. The waiter has stopped saying it as well. He would always end with the little upward inflection that seemed to mock my single state. Or maybe that was just my imagination. But I don’t think so. Why had he taken so long to stop saying it? Of course I wanted
» Read moreCarlton Tallis RIP.
Coming back…
This is in response to a 5 hundred word challenge that was submitted on the aternative uka site but didn’t make it over to this one. Other postings seemed to make it okay?
» Read more“Monday Bloody Monday”
Head bowed against siling rain Collar up shielding ears Hat brim a leaking spout Shoes beat a tattoo as He Lowried, Uphill, Cobbled streets. And cursed his need of meat And bread And eggs And milk for tea. A passing car scythed Gutter water Over polished shoes He raised his fist And cursed a curse That, against the
» Read moreCritic’s Choice
We all take criticism of our work in different ways. Sometimes we thank the critic and sometimes we are cut to the quick by brutal honesty. If I say your poetry’s great Please don’t reciprocate Just say what you think It won’t cause a stink I will not shout or berate If you find my wit makes you weary If
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