I remember clearly, It was my tenth birthday, My parents had planned a surprise party. But what intrigued me, Was the big brown basket sitting on my bed, With a red ribbon tied at the end. At first, I had thought, Grandma had sent her…

There they are. Moving through the square shoulder to shoulder in determined advance. An army of two-legged soldiers on alert to procure what they wait all night for. There on the pavement, between blades of grass; there lay the prize they will surely not pass….

Spring Kigo, Haiki Set Ann WJ White Nesting birds arrive. Singing bright lullabies near, Filling the green trees. Old frogs leap and call, Turning spring dances in air, Waiting for lovers. Spring’s optimism Decorates blooming plants and Leaf kaleidoscopes Storms lash out above, Elaborate referees…

  photo credit: jeymonde, London 2019 PHYSICS FOR CATS BOP                              A late hour 6 poem   The world is topsy-turvy, unhinged. And what if I no longer have a furry black cat to caress & cuddle in this groundless time of staying at home,…

Season of waiting, patiently serving my time Waiting for reason.   Still meditating, now plotting personal schemes and most public rhymes.   “Waiting for Godot”!  going with the ebb and flow, but not in the know.   Meanwhile, waking up to an eternal “Groundhog’s Day”…

Silly summer sweaty season Jamming full the plane Somewhere hot, don’t care a jot That each year is just the same Swarming off the aircraft Sweating something chronic Tattoo Tank-top up the front Screaming “Where’s Mummies Vodka Tonic” A promising start you will agree A…

… we went to the store and bought a big blow up pool, white and light blue. We filled it with air, then filled it with water. You were giddy! You marched, jumped, danced, stole the hose and drenched us all. You played hard, laughingly….

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Packed up our memories slashed through the deep roots trying to find a home. Tape and boxes contain the tangible. Our hearts contain the eternal. Journey on, homeward bound.

To spell, a childhood knowledge token we passed around: em eye ess ess eye ess ess eye pee pee eye Pine, I learned. A drive with a local: “that one’s black” “that one’s black” the houses are white, yellow, brick Did he like me sweet…