Let us say we have two cups and a bucket. Let us also say we are the world’s dorkiest waitress and that we have such a raging passion for a particular tea-tray that we always wish to carry it with us. Let us say the bucket and the cups are all exceedingly full. Let us […]
January Daylight
Is cold one day in five, is wet,
Is kept awake by gales,
Is astonishingly still by dawn.
Is grey as a tupperware box, is clear,
Is an arctic glass-cold summer,
Is thick with salty water,
Is shrunken, swallowed in dark, is brief,
Is seen through windows only,
Is gone, with an escort of street-lamps.
That’s your lot for today. Like I said, […]
I can either post here regularly, or, I can do my course-work.
Course-work wins.
Arse.
(Photo courtesy of Ramson)
At dawn of day the apple-thief
Comes dancing in her leitmotif,
Slotting each foot in a previous slot
Made yesterday in the orchard plot,
Returns again to where left off she -
The leafless, branch-bent apple-tree -
And among the windfalls idly browses
Safe from guns so near the houses.
So dainty-legged, her sister-beast,
Reducing apples was reduced to feast,
And seeing […]
The redoubtable Litlove has actually been reading The Times, and lookie here, but they listed a top 50 of British Writers since 1945. Litlove has some very good points along the lines of ‘who chose these and where the hell is everyone else who should be in here?’, and I am far too, well, frankly, […]
Dearest Readers, all best wishes for a thoroughly charming 2008. And hello! First post of the year! Only four days late!
Posting on the first of January was naturally out of the question, as I only got home from my parent’s residence [not a typo, just the one parent at said residence - Ed] at An […]
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