Stillness After the Storm
The power lines hum,
low and uncertain,
like a man trying to remember
the words to a song…
Spring’s Golden Menace
A sneeze hangs in the air like a threat,
while the oak tree chuckles in yellow confetti.
My car wears a coat of guilty dust,
proof of spring’s indecent proposal.
Listening To Handel
This is where
The melody comes in
And the raging mind has
No choice but to simmer…
Her Roses
And the roses sang,
their song rose, they sang
as the pale couple walked
along a path framed by color…
Ain’t Too Proud: The Life and Times of the Temptations — A Review of the West End Musical
Well deserving of all its awarded accolades, Ain’t Too Proud is a masterpiece of entertainment. It takes you to the highs and the lows of the music industry in the sixties…
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April 15, 2026
The power lines hum,
low and uncertain,
like a man trying to remember
the words to a song…
April 12, 2026
A sneeze hangs in the air like a threat,
while the oak tree chuckles in yellow confetti.
My car wears a coat of guilty dust,
proof of spring's indecent proposal.
April 11, 2026
This is where
The melody comes in
And the raging mind has
No choice but to simmer…
April 10, 2026
And the roses sang,
their song rose, they sang
as the pale couple walked
along a path framed by color…
April 9, 2026
Well deserving of all its awarded accolades, Ain’t Too Proud is a masterpiece of entertainment. It takes you to the highs and the lows of the music industry in the sixties...
April 8, 2026
I had to take some more steps
to learn when conflicts challenge,
tossing a few rose petals
is worthy of recall.
April 7, 2026
The tissue-paper wrapped clutch bag had been nestled at the back of Clara’s wardrobe ever since she had moved in. She was a frail little lady who fell easily if she didn’t have a sturdy support, and she could be forgetful at times. Everyone was surprised that she’d never had an official diagnosis of dementia, although if she had, there’d be nothing anyone could do to cure it.
April 6, 2026
A rat wearing chef’s clothes greets us by saying, “We’re all for accessibility! There’s a ramp!”
April 5, 2026
Hot cross buns on Friday,
hiding eggs on Sunday,
sugar-fuelled chaos
and tinfoil aftermath.
April 5, 2026
April 4, 2026
Joshua turned off the car radio and leaned back in his seat. His senses were alert, tuned to the daily news about the plight of migrants at the United States–Mexico border. A male voice reported the latest separations of families caught in the crackdown.
April 3, 2026
A crown of thorns he wore
On that judgement day
He carried his own cross
To show us all the way
His crown was not of gold
With jewels made to shine
It was made for pain
April 2, 2026
I thought tonight would be easy.
Their plan was simple,
but it all depended on me.
What if it went wrong,
someone recognised me —
drew attention to my cover?
What would I do?
April 1, 2026
March 27, 2026
March 26, 2026
“I ain’t gonna park in front of an access ramp!”
Brightly, she repeats, “Again! I ain’t gonna park in front of an access ramp!”
March 24, 2026
The list goes on, and each day I look at my calendar,
glad for these events
and the ones to come,
but as for decorations,
I’ll keep them in boxes this year.
March 23, 2026
This exercise
of deleting a year’s worth of emails
that I do
every January…
March 22, 2026
I was late to the party, and by the time I got there, everyone was in various stages of intoxication. I saw that there were some fathers of some of the younger kids there, too. Many of the kids who helped on the show were even younger than the cast, and had to have their parents take them to and from the theatre.
March 21, 2026
I had only been in one show out there before, and that had been in the winter. I wasn’t prepared for the heat, the air, and the humidity that summer and what that experience would bring.