6 Years, Cripes!

Six years since I registered with (W) – feels like a whirlwind πŸ™‚

Really enjoyed the blog and despite some big patches of low activity, I feel like I’ve put some good stuff out there and hopefully folks have had a good time reading!

Here’s a poem from back in 2009:


small town

has an old Esso sign on a tin shed
and someone who used to sell honey
painted yellow on the next one,

at the corner a pink golf ball
towers over the coastline, ridges
like the moon.

in spring flowers grow
round the blue tractor
and dirt collects in the seat

marks on the footpath
don’t fade and the cemetery
never shrinks, only the town around it.

beyond the tennis courts
ghosts shed fingernails and
police sirens skip over fences;

no-one lives down there
where the surf plays dead
and moonlight walks on water.



Thanks for reading!


7 thoughts on “6 Years, Cripes!

  1. ei
    time flies my friend. we are about the same year. Very happy I have came across your page it has been a pleasure reading and I treasure this contact.

    May you’ll have many more years of inspiration and joy.

      • the good thing is, here and there some new voice emerge which I find fantastic, though I admit either I am being more selective those days or it is just not the same.

        in any case – looking forward

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