August continues
where July left off, frontal
weather stream remains.
by Scooj
August continues
where July left off, frontal
weather stream remains.
by Scooj
So what time is this?
I growl at my daughter, who
rises after lunch.
by Scooj
Painting by numbers,
a perfunctory living
and passion stifled.
by Scooj
Sleep overwhelms and
in parallel burdens me;
jobs I have not done.
by Scooj
A map of London
printed on the underside
of my umbrella;
incongruous reminder
of my original home.
by Scooj
Raining in Bemmie
and the crowds may diminish
but not the spirit.
by Scooj
Street artists converge
on Bristol for a few days,
painting the town red.
by Scooj
In the cool thin air
apple moons laid out to dry;
Autumn provisions
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Rotting food street smells
my walk to work polluted;
reality check.
by Scooj
Crossing the divide
where glacial meltwater
cuts ever seawards.
by Scooj