Other subtitles I nearly went with: ‘An Aussie Yank,’ or ‘Witted — quick and slow,’ or this one, ‘From well-paid, no-readers technical writer…
Or is it, ‘Oh hell, more things 70s’? While I think about that, read this.
I’m sitting here listening to nothing other than a damned fly buzzing around the room rather than Spotify’ing songs from the very first album I ever bought.
I’m not listening to anything because 1: I…
I’ve been getting a few requests lately
Not that my responses have been stately
But I shall try
To rhyme a reply
And will appreciate your input greatly
So hit me with a word or topic to try
In limerick form, I’ll see if I can make it fly
A watermelon word
The warriors are back at their keyboards.
A modern day marching around a barricaded city, hoping the walls will start crumbling down.
A few months ago, during that bonus payout scheme Medium floated, my recommended reading feed was littered with two stories — “I Got Mine!” and “Where The F*ck…
“A Monster Wrote Me A Letter”. It was my son’s favourite book. By the reading light, every night, we sat and read and looked. I no longer remember all it exactly said; the gist of it a monster, who in a letter kindly asked to live under his bed. I…
The MWC has left us jaded and flat
A few last lines to beat a dead cat
Readers have limits
Yet the winner, 15 minutes
Wonder what Al would’ve said about that
Who ever told you life was fair?
Why should Ev or anyone care? …
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Having Fans is what makes you rich
If that’s what drives you
One of my last Thanksgivings stateside
Stuffing myself til bleary-eyed
With family in Cal
And some guy named Al
It ended on the couch on my backside
Oh Thanksgiving, I didn’t realise what you represent
Or that you’d become my favourite event
Now living down under
Where no turkey they plunder
You bring home…
Sitting in my reading chair, waiting to re-enter the Dark Room, I reviewed my response to Carlos Garbiras’ prompt. (Look closely and you’ll see your book in the photo, boss.)
I had 12 photos picked out. I whittled them down to five.
Now there is but one.