I don’t have time to write very much today, so am settling for posting a picture of a busy bee.
Bees are familiar visitors to the blog, so if you want to read more, click that link and check out some old posts.
I don’t have time to write very much today, so am settling for posting a picture of a busy bee.
Bees are familiar visitors to the blog, so if you want to read more, click that link and check out some old posts.

Some people say that God is in the details. Others say it’s the Devil. Whichever it is, and whatever kind of writer you are, details matter.
Continue reading “sheep droppings and other details”
The train’s delayed and while I wait,
I gauge my luck – or lack thereof –
in magpies: the furl of caping wings,
and splay-tailed swoop to perch
high in the winter cage of track-side trees
whose trunks are evergreened by ivy.
The magpies were too far away to get a photo, but this blackbird seemed to think that if he sat still enough I wouldn’t notice him.
Someone told me this morning that it was international cat day and I got all excited as it meant I wouldn’t need to look very far for an idea for a blog post: I have poems about cats aplenty – and poems aplenty about cats – as well as photos.

Algie
Under laurel leaves, slick
with sunlight, pink nose snuffles
wild strawberries.Cream petals drift and seagulls
mew overhead.
I then checked and found that the rumour was unfounded. The best I can find is that February 21st is International Mother Language Day, first announced by UNESCO in late 1999 and intended to “promote awareness of linguistic and cultural diversity and multilingualism.”
Continue reading “international daze”

Today I’m posting another old poem, this time prompted by a cat – triste y azul** – who seemed to think he was in a cage:
Workspace
How can I write,
caged in by walls,
smothered by cushions
and draped curtains?
Even my balcony is barred
like a prison cell.
Continue reading “caged”