Beer clowns

SORRY IF IT WAS BEER that brought you here. This is the second post I’ve done that collides with the world of alcohol, but its influence is indirect. Or is that derelict?

Take one beer mat, also known as a …

Raspberry & Rocket

TEN STICKY TEXTURES TO PLAY WITH.  Lovely new neighbours gave us home grown raspberries. Aside from the fact that they’d make opulent bangles for stylish fairies, they leave very attractive stains (this is raspberries, not the neighbours). So does rocket, …

For seventy 3

CATS WRITE MUSIC. It’s one of their less well known attributes. When a black cat walks across your laptop, the results can be disastrous or useful. That’s the genesis of this track.

Making a languorous and quite oblivious passage across …

Green Grotto, Blue Grotto

I’VE READ THAT KIDS IN THE EAST END of London made grottos. It required a vaguely curatorial eye for whatever pretties or curiosities could be scrounged up and displayed on the doorstep. People payed to look. I like this …

Temperance texture sampler

FREE TEXTURES FOR DEAR READERS. If you ‘suffer’ from the same tendency as me, you might like this. I’ve always got at least one eye on a scouting mission for new textures, surfaces with pattern or patina, grain or grime. …

Road patch

Eccentric machines are roaming our street. While the daffodils make up a benign and nodding army just below, something the council sent us is making hell’s racket. Part needy, huge-baby bird, part sadly lowing calf, it has two day-glo jacketed …

Lost folksong

A poem made from spam

somerset tull
Of dellslow the fernwood
And beeville on glenwild
Soft Eden for You!

I an twig
on the brierfield
furor foxhole
of wherewith by wherewithal
bambi embanks

In manure be cabal
Or bumble …

Winter sent them

You know the deal: the local paper calls it an unprecedented weather event. Maybe they just don’t remember the last one.

The trees are all spiky, lacy fretwork, as you wander round the garden examining the blow-ins from far and …

Capitalism: I shopped all day for your birthday.

A poem made from spam

I Promised to help 5000 people
My boldest claim ever
Do you miss me?

You said once you like Rolex.
how you wish you were younger
Would you let me share your secrets?

don’t …

Nana in the window

Here’s a picture my mother took a few days ago. The subject was spotted by my sister. It’s a privilege for Skipism to have such sharp-eyed scouts. If there was a better way to encapsulate what’s going on in with …