Welcome to Monday’s News on the March – The week that was in my digital world. Feeding the Small GodsPoem by Theodora Goss Leave bread soaked in milk for the piskies,those pesky little men in red hats,little women in green…
Welcome to Monday’s News on the March – The week that was in my digital world. Feeding the Small GodsPoem by Theodora Goss Leave bread soaked in milk for the piskies,those pesky little men in red hats,little women in green…
Welcome to Monday’s News on the March – The week that was in my digital world. She Speaks Her MindPoem by Theodora Goss Theodora’s poems often pass this way. She wrote in her biography page: If I were to teach…
I had a lot of memorabilia recently forwarded to me from Australia. That included newspaper clippings I found interesting. One such clipping is of the poem below called Wet Ghost by Chris Wallace-Crabbe. You’ll have to excuse its state of…
The crooked rocks, waves lapping my legsMust be Mornington, feels like the beachyou popped in to say ‘hi’, your echo drew me hereTo await the ferry which will cast me out Forget those seedy districts, weirdos and bumsI mean that…
Many people have wondered what the gravestone epitaph of the great American counter-culture poet and novelist Charles Bukowski means – ‘Don’t Try.’ I was baffled by this too until I came across this illuminating quote from Bukowski which should substantiate…