POETRY This week I reach the age which Douglas did before he left the planet, like so many others as I’ve grown old and they didn’t. This is for my friends who left school before me. On growing old (and lonelier) as a pot-smoking private poet… PoemSearcher.com (background image) I believe we’re not truly gone…Read more Paula Nancy’s rattling bones
THE WRITER’S LIFE | POETRY Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings was a poet who wrote the worst poetry in the universe. In fact, her poetry is still considered to be the worst in the Galaxy, closely followed by that of the Azgoths of Kria and the Vogons, in that order. Well, we’ll see about that… I’m…Read more Who’s afraid of Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings?
POETRY I share my studio with a fictional dog, chicken, and cat. Recently I got a new bed, and found there was barely enough room to share it with the camel who moved in at the same time as the futon. Beneath those packing crates there’s another cat, called Canute, or Cnut for short… MY…Read more An infestation of the Cnut
POETRY A bowl of Petunias once wrote… GREEN INFERNO PRAYER Humpback whale found in Amazon rainforest (but no bowl of petunias (and I know it was a sperm whale in the book)) Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings, fear me and my poetic pseudonym.
HAIKU While I’m still being processed and oppressed by the fascist regime’s murderous social cleansing machine, I’m a writer with many words stored but fewer to express. I use poetry, naturally, but lately I’ve been toying with haiku. Haiku is of course the Japanese form of poetry, where a verse is three lines – rarely…Read more Practising Japanese sneezing
POETRY The minimalism of verse, existentialism with anthropomorphism… Mushrooms grown in the dark are best served as appetisers. Who’s afraid of Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings (or Paul Jennings)?
THE WRITER’S LIFE | POETRY I prefer doorways to doors, things which hold others, yet with no equal reason for being there. I favour skirting boards to taking the floor; and here I am, foot in hand, talking to my door about why I don’t like it. Talking to myself and feeling old: I find…Read more When The Carpenters turn up
POETRY In an analogy of Brexit I ask, if a dog ever caught up with the car it was chasing, would it know how to drive? In my world of political poetry, who’s afraid of Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings anyway? THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN DOGS AND CARS
SCIENCE FICTION | POETRY It’s generally accepted that Vogon poetry is the third worst in the galaxy, after that of Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings, and mine. It’s also accepted that intelligence of species on Earth goes white mice, dolphins, cats, then humans (then dogs, according to cats). But we all bathe in the light of…Read more Cats can’t get no poetry to rhyme
THE WRITER’S LIFE | POETRY On the rare occasions that I write poetry, it tends to be spontaneous and remorseful. It’s true, that the fewer the words, the more difficult something can be to write. I’d agree that a short story can be more challenging than a novel, simply because of the word limit in…Read more Poetry for when the wheels fall off in a transitory phase