Clarence: Frozen Out

It was minus something last night, I couldn’t see as the face of my watch froze. I’ve been sitting up a tree every night for weeks waiting for something to happen, anything. I’ll take Keir Starmer falling over his slippers I’m that desperate. I did try Rishi Sunak’s home, but he seems to be thoroughlyContinueContinue reading “Clarence: Frozen Out”

Clarence: USA

What a mystifying election and result! I was over there of course and a lot of people had good reasons to feel the way they felt, but I couldn’t help hearing Trump screaming fix had he been so comprehensibly beaten. Every country has to do what’s right, and often it’s as much about the opponentContinueContinue reading “Clarence: USA”

Clarence: Stateside

Well, well, well. Not such a close contest after all. I’m trying to think of one sensible thing to say that doesn’t include “excuse me what?!” Oddly I’m not as alarmed as I thought I would be, in some ways a rebel suits America’s personality. I’m sure that millions would disagree though. He’s one ofContinueContinue reading “Clarence: Stateside”

Clarence: Post Budget Blues

Hey Peeps Finally after weeks of worrying about nothing more than rich people getting dresses donated or a free box at football, we finally have a budget, and the tax rises that were never going to happen except they were inevitable. The 1p off a pint of beer was moderately…ridiculous. You’d have to give yourselfContinueContinue reading “Clarence: Post Budget Blues”

Mildred: I’m Baaack!

My darling people I’m so sorry for such a protracted absence, I needed a holiday. I have been betrayed! My dear Julius Ackass, with whom I’ve enjoyed a close personal relationship for at least 20 years has found another love! My heart is…slightly cracked, how could he do this. Her name is Dora and whatContinueContinue reading “Mildred: I’m Baaack!”

The Art of Frustration

Writing is sometimes liking pulling your own teeth out even though there’s nothing wrong with them. It’s a battle between the human mind, an idea, and the keyboard. Why is it that the keyboard can’t convey the emotion I’m feeling at the moment of writing? Stupid thing. It’s a battle of wits that only ceasesContinueContinue reading “The Art of Frustration”

Merry-Go-Round

Photo by Levi Damasceno on Pexels.com Written many years ago, this was an exploration of why poets don’t right, trying to express the fear of sharing something from deep in your soul with strangers who may or may not understand. All writing is personal, but to me poetry really is me, rather than just wordsContinueContinue reading “Merry-Go-Round”