Compunction

Decades back, and darkness falling. Puddles of dew had assembled themselves In a doomed but vivid community Across the field we gazed at below. The puddles winked and sassed at the sun, Half drowned behind the hill by now. Phoebus, the…

Free Couch

I can brood on things, such as why it's always the poor who fashion slapdash signs saying Free, then stacktheir detritus outdoors. Who'd want it? I wonder, as I pass a certain house.I know the people who live in there. Hell no -I don't know…