17 Friday Jan 2020
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Annie of Verse hairy fame, No sick shears, SIX!, Tanking chew, Where does the time go? Answers on a postcard to the edge, Woo hoo!
I have just been informed by WordPress that this very day heralds six years of Cloudiness here, in this place for Esme.
Thank you, I think I will . . .
Nostril flares pair with platform brows moshing in uniform parallel to sonic unison the admiration addicts perch all Parka’ed up …
Superb poetry from Mike Steeden here; my reblogs always beggar up so I’m pasting it along with the linkage to …
Cemeteries are high on Esme’s list of favourite places to visit (along with The Transgalactic Dutch Pancake House – each …
Honk honk. Ticklesome business. Esme raises her bucket of Woodford Reserve and aspartame-free, caffeine-free, reality -free coke and ice to …
It’s his wee knee tremble that gets me. Worth staying with for solo. Felicitations folks from Esme and the Cloud! …
Names are powerful, they create a subliminal image to the characters in books, poetry and lyrics, one added to the …
Esme blows a fanfare on her trombone – Last week Esme’s Cloud gained the 500th follower. Five hundred no less! …
The Waiting Room Esmeralda Cloud: From my vantage point upon the Cloud, a scene presents itself; another cipher from the …
I was pointed in the direction of this chap’s work this afternoon. He makes some quite incredible creations and many of …
The following letter and subsequent verses were found by rail guard Lucian E. Fabble on the first day of November …
The Hold. My shipped mate — the swarthy book an’ ear, Nine tails whip from slide to schlong, Cat’s tongue-tied, …
Must have been a Thursday then.
He said . . . I will make you my Helen of Troy, dearest one, Disguise the crow’s …
Word Up It’s packed in here. I can’t actually see Packed because, true to his name, he’s in the …
Or rather Rosie the dog, in the beautiful colours of September.
Detach some temperate layer of your egoical self, some gentle, unspectacular aspect of your existence which slips along quietly with, …
Powerful words with heart from Ben here. Do visit and read. https://wp.me/p1CEkS-71
Here is one of Esme’s teapots, a quirky joy of a type named ‘Blushware’ produced by a company called Burslem, …
There’s little as wondrous as the taste of your homegrown corn on the cob folks. And yes, it’s Willow …
