The Pescetarian Poet
fishy scribbles for fussy nibbles
An exploration in my home's backyard.
A little nonsense verse and a little fun fact.
Forever indebted to this bunch of amazing people.
Whilst waiting to recover my wind ...
A pennyworth of birthday afterthought.
A little corny -- can't help it.
A parody of Robert Frost’s Nothing Gold Can Stay.
A shoeless kick-off of the year.
The everyday clowns who believe they are running your business.
Groovy me a little somethin'.
I shall leave these questions unanswered.
Time for a bit of stargazing.
The dust settles; the 44th prompt to the 44-word poetry series is ... "kick".
What if we're all part of some giant clockwork?
My first Halloween scribble.
A simple rhyme royal stanza posted in my morning commute.
A fossil preserved in our fridge.
A short, seasonal write no more than a piece of (moon)cake. Cheers!
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