And On The Thirtieth Day, She Rested. So to Speak.

And it was! Well, that’s it. Another NaBloPoMo over. I’ve finished feeling… reasonably satisfied, actually. In brief, here’s a few reminders of what’s happened in case your reader got backed up and you clicked ‘mark all as read’. I’ll put my hand up, I’ve done it in the past. We’re still cool! Anyhoo: * I…

The One Where I Go To A Blogging Event

As I’ve said before, I’m still wading my way into blogging events. I like going to see friends and I like meeting people and I like getting to know other people I already know a little better. I think most of us who go to similar events are probably all on the same page here,…

Desiccated Coconut (poem)

Desiccated Coconut Plucking the hammer from my capable fingers you said, ‘I’ll drive in the nail.’ Milk sluiced into the cup; chunks orbited the perimeter, exploring containment. I can still see tools arrayed upon the bench like evidence in a trial: ‘Weekend Getaway Gone Wrong’ (as it had) The liquid was sour disappointing my mouth…