Grit in the Gears

I am the grit in the gears, the missing bolt, I am the poker of sticks into spokes. I like to know how things work, but sometimes when I take them apart and rebuild them, I have a few pieces left over. I am a man, so I tend to leave reading the instructions until after it goes wrong. And like all men I have a comprehensive mental map of the world and never need to ask directions. I never get lost, only sometimes I'm late, or end up in the wrong place entirely. It's what we do.

Monday, 3 December 2012

Monday's Muzik

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Unless you live under a rock, I'll warrant you can not have avoided the rocket-like rise to global celebrity of South Korean pop star Ps...
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Friday, 30 November 2012

Friday's Poem.

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 Eve Speaks: Once I was in Eden and walked, blithely, out of it. How was I to know? There seemed another Eden, just ne...
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Thursday, 29 November 2012

Poem. Today's selection.

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Let me tell you about my marvelous god, how he hides in the hexagons of the bees, how the drought that wrings its leather hands above t...
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Sunday, 25 November 2012

Whoa!

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In my dreams, I skate and glide, I perform effortless curves, banking around corners, my feet just a couple of inches above the ground, I...
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Saturday, 24 November 2012

I'm De-Cluttering.

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  My radio has to go. The problem is that this one doesn't receive any programmes from after about 1945. It's all big bands an...
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Friday, 23 November 2012

In Which a Package Arrives!

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A big red van stopped outside.  A man came to the door. He had  a parcel for me! Luckily it did not contain porcelain, or delicate i...
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Got a Bike? Need a Horse?

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Compliments of the Seasonings.

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