Last Word, Pomes

You and I


You've said a lot. So have I. You've done a lot. Have I? I've thought a lot. So have you. I've tried a lot. Have you? You've hurt a lot. So Have I. You've worked a lot. Have I? I've cried a lot. So have you. I've smiled a lot. Have you?

Last Word, Writing

Fictional Romance


I've struggled over the last couple of years with a growing urge to write a purely fictional piece of prose. I have failed to get very far. At least three major attempts ended up as poems. I am serious. How that happened I have no idea, but there they are. Fictional attempts, ok, I mean… Continue reading Fictional Romance

Last Word, Miscellany

Sex and Marriage


So recently, some female author, trying to flog her book, sponsored a debate on premarital sex. Briefly, she asked, Yes or No. Of course the usual pseudo social activists were quick to jump in with both feet condemning with many references to cultural heritage, some faux religious mumbo jumbo and a overall sense of outrage… Continue reading Sex and Marriage

Memoirs, Slo-Man

30 Years On the Rocks


  It has been a long time. Yet, it seems just like just the other day the Slo-Man was young, slim and gormless instead of what he is today, middle-aged, fat and gormless. This is one of those momentous posts that are now given to the Slo-Man to write. For this marks an anniversary. Thirty… Continue reading 30 Years On the Rocks

Last Word

Anniversary Anguish


I was going to call this the "Annual Anniversary Anguish" but then realized I would be redundant. No, I mean, not me, I mean, I was made redundant once in 2009 and haven't looked back, but I mean the Annual and Anniversary together would be abundantly redundant. Right, all that sorted out. You're not quite… Continue reading Anniversary Anguish

Pomes, Slo-Man

Impending Autumn


Now is the season for death. A death that will bring life once again, but for that life we must die now. This is the season for love. A love that will take you further apart, but for that love, this love must die. The present is doomed. The past misunderstood. The future? The future… Continue reading Impending Autumn

Last Word, Memoirs

Chemical Bonding


In response to the story, The Chemistry of Love, the curly haired, resourceful friend of the Candy Floss Bangalan, provided her perspective of the story. I am reproducing it here as a commentary to the original story. Here it comes - I have edited it slightly to bring it up to my exacting non-text-speak standards.… Continue reading Chemical Bonding