Boredom and Disorder*

Lord, I am bored With this six week summer vacation An open-ended stretch of weeks With way more troughs than actual peeks, What with everyone else I know Having jobs where they choose when not to go: A day off here, a morning there, At times of rest when in need of self-care. Reaping the […]

Snipping for England*

Cutting things out of paper Is a fascinating caper: To go from A4 To a model (or more) An inglorious pastime In this life of mine, Unable, it seems, To resist the challenge Of anti-gravitational revenge. The raising of forms With the simplest of features A test indeed For my 3D creatures: The whether-they’ll -stand […]

Poetry? Please…!*

I should not call myself a poet Not because I do not know it, Rather that talk of ‘Poetry’ Seems way more pretentious Than I’d choose to be. I grew up with the verse of hymns (Fabulous tunes, some lines a bit grim But no matter how absurd, They planted a sense of play with words) […]