Tweet Nothings, Part 4

Chirpy chirpy cheep cheep redux. (Seminar tweets excluded.)

Read More · 24 November 2009

Tweet Nothings, Part 3

Chirpy chirpy cheep cheep.

Read More · 10 September 2009

Feeding Frenzy

If a flea fancies flans when he’s flustered
And a mouse nibbles mousse without mustard,
Does a llama, at times,
Relish llicking at llimes?
Would a cuscus scoff couscous with custard?

10 September 2009

Tweet Nothings, Part 2

My twitterings archived here again, because I can.

Read More · 22 July 2009


My sister sups soup
From a red earthen porringer;
Mine is enamel
(Its surface is oranger).

A sip of Ma’s soup
Turns my sister’s face purple;
If one doesn’t do it,
The subsequent slurp’ll.

1 June 2009

Tweet Nothings, Part 1

I’m acutely aware how ephemeral my past few entries must seem, but Old Father Time isn’t kind to fathers, at least when it comes to having time for old blogging pursuits. The weighty essays and extended comic riffs will have to wait. In the meantime, most of my ephemera hasn’t even ended up here: it’s at Twitter, despite my boring misgivings about same. I can do something about at least one misgiving, though, by giving those tweets a home here as well as there. They may be ephemeral, but they’re my ephemera, and I don’t want to lose them to some future corporate whim. So here’s an archive of the year to date in 140-character instalments (tidied up a bit), minus the ones that are too ephemeral even for me. Feel free not to click through.

Read More · 18 May 2009

The Two-Year-Old at Breakfast

He munches solemnly
His bowl of Cheerios
’Cos eating cereal
Is deadly serios.

15 May 2009

Nursery Swine

To market, to market,
To buy a fat pig,
Atishoo, atishoo,
We all fall down.

Read More · 12 May 2009

Two New Nursery Rhymes

I’ve been reading old ones to the little guy, but how many times is he going to encounter pudding strings and haycocks?

Read More · 3 April 2009 · x1

Spring Thaw Approaches

I haven’t been able to get it together here since getting back from Canada, partly because of work and partly because of the usual photo backlog working its way through my evenings like a goat through a python. Here instead—for now—are three haiku written a couple of weeks ago for a writers’ group, the first two on the theme of the Unpublished Novel:

A thousand ideas
Suspended in memory
Spring thaw approaches

The last pine needles
Fall from the highest branches
Time to sweep them up

Read More · 27 March 2009

I Survived Darwin Day

Read More · 12 February 2009 · x5



Let’s see, butter, check, peanut butter, check, lemon butter, check, baby bottom butter... what? Only two? Help!

15 January 2009 · x2

Intellectual Hell

There’s more in the world
Than you’ll possibly know

This is discussed
In more detail

11 January 2009 · x2

Whatever in 2007