Updated: Apr 20
We shouldn't personify inanimate objects
It's patronising and they don't like it
On my morning foreshore walk
I met a stone,
grey and worn like me
but a curious shape
and comfortable in my palm.
Each hand wanted a turn to hold
as he warmed to my company,
breaking the solitude,
following me all the way home
where he now sits among intricate shells
and other seaside treasures
and answers to the name, Estonia.
It was down to bone on bone they said, but he shouldered on as each year ground on the year before until much to do was hard to reach so he succumbed to the surgeon’s cut, the incisive smile of an ope
I follow the news but do not set the pace teach what I was taught without invention and hook my carriage to a steady train the Thursday in a busy week one well aware of precedent and protocol the univ
With the luxury of summer time I ride one of my bikes around the warren of dead ends in Omaha winding through the web of sandy walkways between holiday homes blank cubist structures and neo-hacienda m