I Chardonnay rely on it but if I’m to be Sancerre I Chianti get through Friday night Sans un petit verre de Carménère Instead of going off my Rioja I delve into the Cabernet Sometimes I think I might not Most times I think Gamay They say a glass or two is healthy It mayContinue reading “An ode to wine”
Author Archives: Dullard poet
Blending in
After lunch, whilst sipping my regular tea, I flicked through pages of social media and chanced upon a picture of a vietnamese mossy frog And boy did he look mossy, gnarly, plush and green I pondered how efficiently he’d blend into the woodlands and the trees How only the black dots of his eyes mayContinue reading “Blending in”
Live, breathe, exist
There’s a corner of my heart that’s set aside for you Getting there is simple The directions take no trick of remembering No complicated list of instructions or traffic lights to cross or left turns at roundabouts or at the bridge, take a rights that other suitors would have to contend with. Your direct routeContinue reading “Live, breathe, exist”
All the lies told all the time
What I love about brussel sprouts is their divisiveness What I hate about birds is their body clock What I love about drizzle is it’s refreshing light touch What I hate about England is racism mislabelled as patriotism What I love about Swindon is it’s run-down estates What I hate about Westminster are all theContinue reading “All the lies told all the time”
Failing but not failing
My aim this year is to post at least once a week. I have my phone alarm set for Sunday morning so that I definitely won’t forget and I haven’t needed it until now. I didn’t really forget today. Here I am writing a few words but this is really just a box ticking exercise.Continue reading “Failing but not failing”
Alligators
Last night I fought with alligatorswhile I lay sound asleep and dreaminga dream in which I lived in a housethat was not my houseas it had a swamp for a back garden Each time I let my little dog out to playbeady sets of eyes would appearand one of those rough-skinned bruteswould rush and scoopContinue reading “Alligators”
waiting for the boy to get home
because he’s always slightly later than he said he would be and even though he is a grown man now he will always be my baby boy always be a part of me not so long ago, he would rely on me and needed me but now he lives with one foot out of theContinue reading “waiting for the boy to get home”
Falling out
When you grow tired of someone; when their actions enrage and annoy you, are you the kind of person who meets the issue head on? Who worries not for the fireworks or potential destruction a heated or awkward conversation may cause. Not shying away from the havoc, because a moment of destruction may pave theContinue reading “Falling out”
New year, not so new me
Much like many other people, I am in the habit of spending the downtime that I enjoy between Christmas and New Year, engaged in a period of self-reflection. What did I enjoy about last year? What did I achieve? What is my current standing in terms of family situation, social groups, career, health, hobbies andContinue reading “New year, not so new me”
A year like no other
In January, I worried for a friend. I didn’t do Dry January, once again. In February, I trod old ground; it felt good. I didn’t rue the quick passing of time that made my youngest an adult. In March, I felt hunger and a lack of direction but I didn’t rest on my laurels. IContinue reading “A year like no other”
Poetry for Dullards 