Thursday, 9 March 2017

Fools


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Wednesday, 8 March 2017

Turning Into What You Once Criticised


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Monday, 6 March 2017

Saving Face

Saving Face

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Monday, 27 February 2017

Being Successful At What You Secretly Detest

Being Successful At What You Secretly Detest

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Thursday, 23 February 2017

Imagination



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Monday, 20 February 2017

Ideas

Envy moments when ideas come, like strangers stranded outside on a snowy night - ragged and lost, seeking rest and respite.  You have done no calling out, nor held up signposts.  You've burnt no night fires, held up no flags. But here they are, beseeching you with endearing eyes,  laying down their gifts at your feet, in return for a short shut-eye.  But it is not always so.  For most days... these strangers will heed no call,  will be deaf to all uproar, and will refuse to part with their goods even for a piece of your soul.  This is natural.   For ideas, like spirits, come and go, carrying their wares with price tags attached.  Like a shopper on the look out for a bargain,  be happy if you get a sparkling thought for a paltry sum.   Until then, mind no discomfort, walk far out of beaten paths, if you must.  For if clarity of vision and thought is to be your future,  a little luck and much suffering are littered across your horizon.

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Tuesday, 21 June 2016

Review: Summer Requiem: A Book Of Poems

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Hardcover: 80 pages
Publisher: W&N (12 Feb. 2015)
Category: Poetry
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Many thanks to New Books Magazine for review copy.

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Saturday, 29 June 2013

Evolution - A Monkey's Perspective

Many stories I’ve heard from men,
Of where we originated.
But none was so interesting
As the one told by a monkey:

I’m better than men, it said.
I take care of my kids.
I ain’t like some crazy teens,
Dumping babies in bins.

Many men with lots of fruits
Would rather they go to rot;
Even if little boys beg till morn'
For a bite to soothe their guts.

I once strolled past a school,
Wedged myself beneath a stool,
To listen to the latest follies,
That catch human fancies.
Ape begat man, the teacher said.
Evolution it's called, he further expressed.
Briskly I shook my hairy head,
And in fury stamped my stubby feet.
For I know so well,
We’re way different from men.

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