leaves, twigs and birds
through closed curtains
morning’s shadow play
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leaves, twigs and birds
through closed curtains
morning’s shadow play
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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My thousand lines..
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Cat Nap Revue 
Reblogged this on richwrapper and commented:
This man moves words about a page with grace and wit and great undershot humor that has muchly not changed but for the better since 1968 and ‘9. His movies are free for the reader to imagine. Thanks, Bruce!
As usual you are extremely charitable to me… I promise to find you a place on the Left Coast when Florida submerges
Same-same in Tagolog for whence your side of Saint Andrea slips. Our loquats run riot and tonight I risk a late raid on a for-sale house at which once I took “tea” with mom and brothers when society called. She even wore those funny white gloves that quit before the snot-wiping wrist level: why wimmin do dat? Spoil the utility of gloves that way?
It’s the little decorative soaps that drive me nuts. Why such knicknackeries that defy utility?