Monthly Archives: May 2017

Falling Damp and Yucky Squirmy Things


We have had days and days of torrential downpour. At first I was happy when our porta-pool, sadly depleted by a burst pipe, filled up again. Then it became ridiculous. Not to mention, cold. Even now that deluges have moderated, … Continue reading

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Orange Meant, to a Degree


Graduation Each tassel in line As speakers, fine, Love and honour the mortar-board — Sign, like a drum, of bouquet now scored From work; and orange hood Interprets just how good! (Wordle 299) © May 2017 Colonialist

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Writing and a Ball Pen


Over the past couple of weeks, when I haven’t been conveying kids to swimming, netball and such things,  I have been very involved with writing — someone else’s. My novel way of earning a living has had me glued to … Continue reading

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Party Politics and Boiled Sprats


The grandkids’ birthdays seem to last For several weeks on end; With parties they will have a blast — Two, schools; one, family’s; Two, Spur (on anniversaries); One big one all the friends to please; Which send one round the bend! The preparation … Continue reading

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Primitive Family Fuel


(Wordle 298) Snapped branch, born ash, ash again, Where smoke-spirits origins show; From lit limb stories rain — Thin rings from cave that radiates glow. © May 2017 Colonialist

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Cycle of Birthdays


The day before yesterday young R turned 9 and got a new mountain bike with 21 gears, and tomorrow J turns 6. We went riding at a local Eco Park, which added a spell on a bike to the climbing and swimming … Continue reading

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Hi, bun, for May Day!


On the first day of a month, the delighted utterance of ‘Rabbits’ is customary in some cultures. These long-eared animals are seen to scamper with particular energy in April, from association with Easter Eggs. When the next month comes, one … Continue reading

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