The subject is… Writing ‘The subject is’ into Google gives me a Jazz DVD. Any old Jazz will do me though; I’m really not that greedy. A VHS or an old 78 would suit me to the ground. …but where the internet’s concerned, maybe this Jazz is seedy? Writing ‘The future is’ into Google gives …

Mini Wheelie Bin They’ve been there all night, that bin there, a while; Whilst foxes are prowling, for mile upon mile. Green boxes of hope for certain street folk, A meal is a big deal when your home is denial.   A glow signifies sleep, the globe lit by street lamps; The missing are searching …

The Sea Captain The vessel is dark, dank and cold, It sinks out of sight; to the depths it’s sold. Gone, disappeared, like Steller’s Sea Cow extinct, The words, they are lost, there is nothing succinct. Yet still the ship’s Captain he seeks for the land, Grasping at straws for a long lusting hand. In …

Your words mean as much to me as mine do to you. Everyone’s got something to say, nowadays. Everyone’s got somewhere to be, I see. But who pays attention when the average man types Or who subscribes when the layman, he writes. Something of interest or something to smile My source of content has been …