Yes, it's September, but that means Christmas is around the corner - at least for me!

Santa over Auckland by Geoff Popham

Yes, that's right, Christmas is getting closer, and so is the deadline for the Twisty Christmas Tales project I've been working on....
here

It's enough to drive a grinch crazy.

"I MUST stop this Christmas from coming! But HOW?"
(extract from the Grinch, by Dr Seuss)

Of course I don't want to stop Christmas, that would be terrible, roll on the fun...but slowing down time would be great. If anyone has a spare time travelling machine, would really appreciate lending it for the next month or so. (Of course I do have one, care of my very special character Frankie, but it's just a little temperamental.)


for Tuesday Poems, check out the Tuesday Poem hub

Or to find out more about the Twisty Christmas Tales anthology, the authors, and the artist - check out the link...  http://phantomfeatherpress.wordpress.com/2014/09/20/twisty-christmas-tales-feature-joy-cowley-david-hill-dave-freer/

Wishing everyone a great week, and sorry for bailing again on a poem -- it's crazy busy here, with little elves working madly on the final stages of this project, not to mention Lilly Lionheart, a national science fiction convention, and the Rona Gallery opening...

A.J.
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Tuesday Poem: She had somehow fallen into the sea

 

"alas!

things are worse than ever

I never was so 

small as this before,
never!"

extract from Alice in Wonderland 

Charles Lutwidge Dodgson 

alias Lewis Caroll 

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Tuesday Poem: No Comment

I guess you heard the news today

oh boy
Nobody said a thing
Nobody had to

What I heard
I couldn't say
oh boy
I didn't say a thing
I didn't have to

A.J. Ponder

Dramatic Chipmunk in tin foil hat - for the real video click link

Yes, it's get out the tin foil hats time - kitch sci-fi has taken over the world and become reality - not that tin foil's going to help much - except possibly to obscure your identity (although I dare say clothes would do a better job).

And while nobody is probably going to care too much about what you wrote to Auntie Muriel in your last email, privacy is privacy, including how that information is used, but before anybody can begina  serious discussion of - how far is too far- the moment is gone...cue dramatic chipmunk!! ;)



For mroe dramatic moments, and some great poetry check out the Tuesday Poetry Blog here
I particularly liked Helen Lowe's choice this week of “July 1914″ by Anna Akhmatova. 

Tuesday Poem: No Tomorrow

You all knew where you were
when you heard the news-
shambling
down the motorway
to the apocalypse

So forget yesterday
and tomorrow
the worst of plans
is letting the sun
shine
on the path
when there's no
best foot
to put forward -
not between the lot of us -

since the rot set in and
gangrene
on broken bone
became the height of summer fashion




Cant remember when
we weren't all holding on -
broken fingernails
sliding
on tarmac

wont wait 'til tomorrow
when the sun'll come out

and we'll fry
on the tarmac
raising a stink
like green eggs
and ham-

today


A.J.


So that's the poem this week, it's a bit of a tricky one, so won't be surprised if it changes a little. Suggestions, as always, very welcome. Have even toyed with making it a couple of poems - after all - there can never be enough zombie apocalypse poems in the world - not when metaphorical disaster is more fun than the real thing.

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