The long knives are out
May’s early September comes.
The nasty party.
by Scooj
The long knives are out
May’s early September comes.
The nasty party.
by Scooj
Gratification
from helping others to see
what they had not seen
by Scooj
Warmer breeze wakens
dozey rose chafers that crash
through the shrubbery.
by Scooj
A song from the heart
unseen but not unnoticed
blackbird belts one out.
by Scooj
.
Landscape scale impacts
showcasing human presence
still the Severn flows.
.
by Scooj
Our dystopia
is less imaginary
than we might believe.
by Scooj
Learning to spray-paint
with my A, B, Cs. There is
plenty of headroom.
by Scooj
Son’s entrance announced
with a customary burp
will it ever end?
by Scooj
Miserable me
soaked feet courtesy of a
wobbly paving stone.
by Scooj
Distracted only
for a second. Kersplash;
soggy shortbread tea.
by Scooj