(Hour 22) 19.30pm-20.30pm. BONUS: cheese

sour cheese “Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.” G.K. Chesterton Well might English writer, philosopher, critic & Father of Brown bemoan cheese’s woeful under-representation in the annals of poetics as he himself being a descendent of Clerihew Chesterton  aka the 1st…

Other worlds #2023poetrymarathon #prompthour23

The sun rises mainly to the north and sets again after 40 hours in the east. There are delicious little green berries that we pick with sticky fingers and cram into our mouths like there is no tomorrow. The moons are bloody orbs of delight,…

Prompt Twenty-two – Contrast

Prompt Twenty-Two – Visual Prompt – Silencio  Contrast The Hush hits you when you walk in through the door after a month in India. Or Thailand. Or Spain. It cradles the racing, travel weary, jet lagged pain. You can hear the neighbour’s grass being cut….

Hour 8 : The Vertical Infinity

When I retire to my bed, the lights remain on. Every night, I look up at the moon, thinking about how it seems like a small pool into which I may fall. I recall school trips and slices of chilled meats, as well as money…

Pizza Musings – Hour 22, Prompt 22

Lately, I feel all the fighting, unreal my toppings should not cause friendships to stop.   There’s pineapple, whew causes quite a to-do arguments ensue with spam, they say eww!   But pizza’s like people no two the same, or equal toppings they vary with…

Flaming Go!

Really? Look me in the eye and say that. I don’t bite. I just nibble. Shrimp! I love shrimp. No, really. I. Love. Shrimp. All crustaceans, in fact. Exotic fruits of the sea! But, I digress. What’s the intention here?

Hour & : Sarees and Survival

The foundation of enduring craft, Cotton sarees create rich narratives with a legacy steeped in history, Stories abound in the tale of their fabric.     Cotton sarees convey tales, with a dynamic colour palette; not to be outdone, they proudly carry traditions on display,…

SILENCIO – #22

Keep glib quotations away from me Remove patronising soporific poetry   I don’t care for prayers   Nothing satisfies or placates me in your inevitable absence   I still rise early to greet you to make you laugh and tell you stories   To hear…

Childhood recipes

In the still-rural village of my 1960’s childhood we had already gained a reputation for adventurous cooking at home… Mum being an Elizabeth David fan. My sister’s classmates gathered round her when she brought ingredients for spaghetti bolognese to domestic science class. Guest toyed, curious,…

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