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  • Physics and art: in memorium

    Physics and art: in memorium

    The really weird thing is I can never remember The day you left us for good. When mum died the day was stamped in my memory I may as well write it in blood . But you, you with your quietness, you slipping away from your mind Where did you go? Or is the real…

  • blink

    blink

    Sometimes when I can’t think  I shut my eyes and drink The darkness in Let it seep in to my poor raddled mind Sip it and soak in it Slide over the stains Of my day.  The lost opportunity  The wrong move The faint crackle of fear.  Let it soothe and calm me Cosset and…

  • thesauraus (aka: aka)

    thesauraus (aka: aka)

    I cried today. it wasn’t bad nor was it good But I wasn’t sad. i was tired, bone weary, dipped, inert. exhausted, plain sleepy, wrung out, not alert. sonambulant, just dozy, fatigued and clapped out knackered and frazzled, my brain had checked out. if Inuit have zillions of words to mean ‘snow’ i wonder how…

  • She shoots she misses

    She shoots she misses

    i wrote a poem this week It was pretty good, if I should speak So, about my work. But I lost my notes Forgot my lines It’s gone I fear You’ll never hear My couplets, puns and rhymes aplenty I’m tell you, there were over twenty. So, no, today I start once more And try…

  • Nest (A present for La)

    Nest (A present for La)

    I went to the shop and I bought two birds  Partridges.   They will have a nest. Made for warmth, comfort and love. The nest will be the finest, the softest, the best  and eggs will hatch happily here  and chicks will chirp and probably burp But that we like that. A big noisy family in…