My cat found her haven on the window sill. Advertisements
The future starts in the past The past ends in the future Your first rites turn into your last The moment you cease to nurture Cherish yourself as the […]
My reward for anything is that I have a cosy home and a domestic cat in it to return to, unlike this skinny stray thing of a cat spotted in a […]
This is the crazy cat lady’s heaven.
This is a poem found entirely in Robert Crawford’s monograph On Glasgow and Edinburgh (2013). On Glasgow and Edinburgh by Robert Crawford My rating: 4 of 5 stars Carefully researched and attractively […]
Behold Oh, drawer, what treasures you hold Buried in sand, dirt or clay To be scooped out every day I can smell the scent Of a present Left by my […]
Thick, short, cold fingers digging in the thin, soft, warm skin. Digging, ripping, tearing like claws, knives, forks. The flesh splitting, yielding, giving in – unfeeling, uncaring, dead meat. This […]
A hero began As everyman Everyman grew up Everyman broke up Everyman sobered up Becoming bitter and brave Daring to kill the ill The ill that never will […]
Thoughts you think when tied to the sink Ambition, aspiration, art Life, love, liberty Put an end to it Already You slit Your wrists
When my ex-husband-to-be offered that he would help me move house so that I save money on a moving company, I first thought it was a commendable act of kindness, […]
I am ill. I have taken a pill to kill The thin Papery feeling. –Sylvia Plath, “Cut” If I am asked to share one poem, which happens to be the […]
My cat is laughing at my joke. Alternately, she’s just yawning.
I have a perverse liking for rules. The rule of thirds is my favourite. In response to Weekly Photo Challenge: Rule of Thirds.
Lying low in the fields Is morning mist The thick and sticky mist Smothers and conceals Rotten apples, dead hares Lives lost to the mist
Below is a selection of before and after photos from the abandoned town of Pripyat, Ukraine, heavily affected by the 1986 Chernobyl nuclear plant disaster.
Schrödinger’s cat: Is she live or dead? Is she a he? Think out of the box.
A belated confession Distrust emerged Fully Already bugging Constantly Dead end Full Stop