PROMPT:- Quixotic

A challenge put down by Sammi Scribbles The word is quixotic The word count is 26 It might sound like a Victorian term of quasi-illness but here's an actual definition:- impracticality in pursuit of ideals, especially those ideals manifested by rash, lofty and romantic ideas or extravagantly chivalrous action an idealism without regard to practicality... Continue Reading →

What Does it Mean?

Many years when we first started out with mobile phones and texting there was two camps. Both used the acronym 'LOL' in their messages but it meant very different things. You probably know at least one of those meanings, used it too. It's everywhere still. But there were whole communities using it completely differently. Over... Continue Reading →

Handknit Socks

Here's a poem by Pablo Neruda on handknit socks:- Mara Mori brought me a pair of socks which she knitted herself with her sheepherder's hands, two socks as soft as rabbits. I slipped my feet into them as if they were two cases knitted with threads of twilight and goatskin, Violent socks, my feet were... Continue Reading →

My Hero

You are a hero.  a person noted and admired for courageous acts or nobility of character You are my hero.  a person noted for special achievement in a particular field   It was at one the National Trust places that we visited in Cheshire when we were helping a friend out.  So 2006.  Not long after we got... Continue Reading →

Neighbourhood Ditty

One police car, two police car Everybody's screaming Three police car, four police car It's going to be a long day

Bad News

It's two in the morning I cannot sleep My mind is wild My heart is raging It's eight in the morning I wake disappointed It is really real It isn't a dream It's four in the afternoon I am full of questions My mind is racing My heart is desperate It's ten in the evening... Continue Reading →

Labels and Lists, Soul and Self

It's funny how falling ill becomes the pursuit of labels.  Labels, boxes, the very things that we seek to shun in most circles become all that define us.  We become defined by what we cannot do. Sometimes it's so easy to get bogged down in what we can no longer do that we lose all... Continue Reading →

Alphabet of an Evil Lurgi

I am adversely afflicted by an abundant ailment I am a braying beast of burden barking I am a congested cur who's correspondingly cantankerous I am a draught-fearing deathbed dowager deigning dainties I am entirely empty of energy I am a feverish flibbergibbet fidgeting furiously I am a grey-gilled ghost groaning I am a health... Continue Reading →

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