Heehee, I love my doggie. He’s this big brindle thing. His breed is mastiff/pyrenean mountain dog cross. If he sounds big, that’s because he is. We don’t see it because he’s been with us for six years. I remember when we first got him. He’s very much a family dog and we all knew this from the very outset. When I first saw him, I’d come home from an arduous day at the bank. I say bank, but it was just the service centre. S...

I’m starting with a line,Moving on to another,And here’s a third,Why not a fourth?This poem, or whatever it may be,Really makes no sense,But, really, don’t think me dense,I’m about as dense as a fence.A fence with nails in,What a lovely fence,I think it’s immense,Oh beautiful fence!I wanted to use hence,But I have no reason,I’m thinking of a season...Winter, it is so lovely,I love the cold, The wet, but no wind.Wind is ho...

On Tuesday, I started a new routine. I identified a self-destructive pattern, which I am so wont to, so I decided it needed to be taken in hand. I was getting up really late. On Monday, I got up at 4PM. Yes, it was for a good reason, which will only be known to the people to whom it is known. My previous routine may sound like a good thing - go to bed when it feels natural, wake up when it feels natural, but in truth, it...

It amazes me how so many people don’t know how to wash their hands properly. You see it everywhere: on TV, in public toilets, even in hospitals. It bothers me to the point where I wanna rant about it. So I will. Let me just say that I’m not a clean freak, or a hygiene freak, by any means, but the hand washing thing does irk me. There really is no excuse for it. We are, after all, supposed to be educated. This all started...

Ray kept babbling, going around and around in circles. He knew what he was saying, but what he was saying made no sense to Rufus.“Ray, are you saying that Amy knew my dad?” “Exactly,” Ray held his head in his hands.“But, I don’t remember anyone called William. How can you be sure?”“I’m sure, I know William and I know he wouldn’t make a mistake. Not about this.”“Ray, I wasn’t aware that Amy was the cause of Willie being co...

“Who are you?” Gloria repeated.Amy got shy and started to disappear. Gloria stood there in dumbfounded shock. Eventually, she turned to Rufus, looked him square in the eyes and asked him what the bloody hell just happened?“Mum, I think we need to talk,” Rufus guided Gloria into the living room.“Was that a ghost?” Gloria asked, her hands shaking.Rufus made tea. This situation called for tea, lots of it.“Amy, it’s all right...

Is this a poem?I often wonder.Related statements,on one line and another,does that, fundamentally,a poem make?I take my time,I think of a rhyme I post it hereand drink a beer.It rhymes, it scans,but, really, it has no plans.Where will it all end, and am I completelyaround the bend? Will my words, my silly words,rend the reader to think they're turds?The words, that is,not the reader...Are my words,just silly turds?And sha...

So, I’ve got thousands of chats going, some music needs to be slung on and you know what? I’m happy. For the first time in ages, I’m happy. I don’t know if it’s because it was a good day today, or if it’s to do with the fact that I’ll be talking with a very special friend soon.Today was pretty good. It was too fragging hot, but still was pretty good. I went to the shop and got a bargain. Of course, I should say that I act...

Spiders are cute,They spin wee webs,Catch annoying flies,They are natures coppers,Yet so many hate them.The humble spider,It just wants to exist,And eat bugsIt doesn’t deserve to be squished,Or so maligned.The beautiful webs they spin,The way they creep along the floor,They skitter along, fast,Then stop, they look around,It’s so easy to get around when you have eight legs.Up walls, in baths,In corners, sometimes in you.Sl...

Cross legged, I sit. Topless on my bed, fan blowing at me. I’m far too hot. That’s not a complaint you hear much where I am from. It’s usually that it’s too damned cold, but I can’t complain too vehemently. No, I do not like the sun, or rather, I don’t like the heat it brings with it, but it is nice to see it. It’s kind of a scary sight, but it does do wonderful things. It brings life, it sustains life, it does make other...

 Morning,What an absolutely absurd concept.The very thought of it makes me shudder.It makes me confuserated,Cranky and spitting mad...Mad at what?People, just being.Noise, perpetuating.Friction, being all frictious,As is its wont.Give me a nice afternoon any day,Warm and cosy in my bed,For half the day, that’s the life for me,Arising only when rested.Afternoon is my natural morning.It allows me to avoid confrontation,Madn...

Rufus, Cynthia and Claire walked in to the front room. They stood there in dumbfounded silence. Not only had Amy changed her clothes - something she’d never been able to do, but she was skipping around the kitchen, humming to herself and making breakfast. “What in blazes?” Rufus broke the collective silence. “Rufus! Hey!” Amy giggled. “What the heck?” He reiterated. “Watch this!” Amy looked smug as she went incorporeal an...

Ugh, my nose is blocked, my throat is slightly sore, I feel lethargic and oh yes, I can’t even taste my wine. This really sucks. Sucks more than those folk who don’t know how to use hence. Oh, those fools. Hence. It’s a useful word. It can be used to mean “for this reason”, or to mean “in x amount of time.” Okay, the second one, I didn’t explain very well, but the examples will help, won’t they? Example one: For this reas...

Something strange happened... Some time this week. Time has bled so much, I can’t tell what day it is, or what I’m doing much, apart from a peach fuzzy sort of fuzz. Buzz. Probably the lack of sleeping causing all the buzzy fuzz, but that’s not my point. I’ll get to my point in a moment, but first some background. Background is important to this story, musing, whatever. Writing piece, we shall call it. I love guitars, of...

The last van load was finally delivered to Rufus’ flat.“Wow, it’s finally official,” Cynthia sighed.“Not yet,” Rufus smiled.“Huh?” Cynthia was confused.“Here you go!” Rufus fished a key out of his pocket and gave it to Cynthia, “now it’s official! Now, let’s get the last of this unpacked,” he grinned.“I know something else we could do that would be just as tiring,” Cynthia winked.“Okay! You’re naughty!”Rufus paid his frie...