Dear Reader
When the news became dominated this summer with the uprisings in the Middle East, I ceased to write the News In Poetry. I didn't intend to as such, but my creativity just dried up. The NIP is satirical and undoubtedly light hearted in nature and I didn't have the courage to dive into such weighty issues as the fall of dictators I knew little about.
Yet to continue writing of the trivial at such a time seemed, well, too trivial. It just caught me off guard in the infant stages of this bloggerama and I fled.
But I am endeavouring to return.
Yours.
Ed. 13/09/11
Miscellaneous
the hundred miles between us
might seem a little less
if I turn to face the north,
and you the south south west
and holding out our arms
at, say, ten oclock tonight,
I'll tilt my head to the left
and you a little to the right.
it would certainly be worth it,
standing looking like a mug,
to be that much closer to you:
just the distance of a hug.
22 March '11
