The poet’s boss
The landmine’s cost
Septuagenarian can see through
Walkabout Bar is new growth
Walk through sheet is coming up tops
Telling all with kisses who will sell up shop:
The Shoop Shoop Song
Snoop won’t be long.
:: Lunchtime laptop laughter
>> Writer’s block at 60 with daughter
How much can I write?
Don’t give up without a fight
Each verse is new to me
Yesteryears patterns were there for them to see
Over the hill of history
Noble Truths and Estate and Properties
The lines just got fiercer and fiercer
Free and fine
Rhyming and timing
Representing rhetoric
The current climate is changing
(Change without a face)
Words that spread around the room
I When will the last page come?
II Is all destroyed by four fingers typing and an adjacent thumb?