a writing pad
my pencilled scrawls
swatted flies
a writing pad
my pencilled scrawls
swatted flies
Enjoying Life In New Ways
Poetry, Photography, haiku,
the literary asylum
Wherever I lay my pen, that's my home
my humanity in written form
Guitarist / Songwriter
Poetry, Fiction & Photography
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Tales from the mouth of a wolf
a collection of words about my average, bog-standard life accompanied by some sub-par illustrations that depict selected moments in said life
Tales of humour, whimsy and courgettes
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to be worth sharing
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One Poet's Writing Practice
My thousand lines..
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Been there: swatted that!
We are the sultans of swat
When I was overjoyed to find the Vietnamese villagers with whom I shared a near-weeklong isolation without much chow had made for me some rice pudding – with raisins, too! – I felt truly blessed. I even learned to like nuoc mahm (fermented sardine-like fish) sauce and they did not like “ham-n-mutthas” Ham and Limas from a C-Ration Can.). Then, I notice, good sir, the some of the “raisins” were moving. Looking closer I saw wings. Oh, well. Protein is protein. E. E. Van Vogt short Si-Fi novel posits a rational libertarian world where if you would not work you eat processed insect free food. I liked the wings. Crunchy.
A. E. Van Vogt, not e.e.
Ahhh. So!