Sitting on my sofa in my second-favourite pants,
I scan a hundred channels in a Stella sort of trance.
I can only deal with people shrunk and at a distance,
Or stuff about polar bears, or distant solar systems.
I fantasise about being, about living life aquatic,
Doing something dangerous, sexy, enigmatic.
But the truth I fear would be rather more traumatic,
So I scratch myself at length, watching Cash in the Attic
occasional creativity in a bloke-shaped package
Children's Author, Tea Drinker, Epic Procrastinator
Laura Grevel Blogs on Life and Writing
Poetry,short stories,
Some are calm, some are disturbed, some are lonely… but some are pleasantly busy!
NG9ish
'Every contact leaves a trace'
Book Humour. A Sideways Perspective on the Bonkers Business of Books
This is the blog of a woman who is seriously on the edge and I mean right ON the edge…no, not there… just a little bit further… further than that…no, further still…just a tiny bit more… just move slightly to the right a little…no, that’s too much…just move a tad to the left…that’s right, just there…now you’ve moved too far to the left… Damn, what part of the ‘on the edge’ do you not understand? Oh, and her matricidal boy genius, come devil spawn.
Alistair Lane - Writer, Poet, Daydreamer
Writing, the Universe and whatever occurs to me
Poetry from Walsall and Black Country poet Richard Archer since 2011
Reminding mean boys that big girls push back since 2015.
Words, words, words
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Ramblings, poetry & short snipets
A Certain Point of View 