Month: September 2023

Write your own story

BLAND, gray is the landscape;
DUSTY the car, the gravel roads.
FRUIT in the passing orchards,
LAYER on layer, has that tint of the
LOWLY, like men rising, who are
MINERs, from the pit at day’s end.
QUOTH my friend, sweating, ‘The
SCRUB ahead seems a sweet place to
SLEEP, to make camp. Open. Clear. My
SNOUT finds it out. I take my
STAND upon… Continue reading Write your own story

Not being hunted

TAMER days for the boar are for a slow forest meander,
SNOUTing for truffle, trotting into glades.
BLAND is good, the scent of pine and quiet in the round.
SLEEP in thickets, and only occasionally dream of the dogs.

Too big…

‘ALTAR my suit, tailor. It’s too big around the
CHEST.’ ‘I can alter it, sir, make you look like Walter
DRAKE. Would that
DROOP your demeanour or
ELATE you?’ ‘Don’t be daft, man. I have to
EMCEE an important conference and I can’t look like a
FISH, You know, a fish about to
FLAIL around in something far too big for it.’… Continue reading Too big…