Hello, dear readers and followers. I contribute to Coffee House Writers Magazine (USA) every second week, and I’m delighted to share that my latest poem,“Odd Extremes,” appears in the new issue. You can read it by following the link below. >> Odd Extremes – Coffee House Writers
Beneath this softened hilltop haze, the sun’s stolen streams slip through the sky’s seams — a quiet prelude to Odd Extremes.
And as these stolen sun‑streams slip through the sky’s seams, this song rises like the world remembering its own extremes.
The beams that climbed through last night’s clouds left their mark — a quiet moment held in a soft, rising glow that lingered long enough to shape today’s bohemian rhyme.
Over at Weekly Prompts, the weekend Challenge word is Moment/s. To visit their fabulous site please click >> Here.
My Sign Is On The Climb
Life’s arduous and continuous incline has me staggering beyond my prime. Here, balancing between the sublime and the interior of twilight time, where the pearlised skyline’s radiant beams are on the climb.
Perhaps I missed tonight’s assuring sign while writing this bohemian rhyme, and I didn’t see the clouds talking in mime while being bedazzled by nature’s pantomime.
And as the sky’s glow drifts upward, today’s rhyme now meets this unforgettable anthem.
“Loose Gold Nooses” — a collage creation by Ivor, blending a silhouetted bird in flight with a golden sunrise, echoing the haiku’s quiet tension and beauty.
Loose Gold Nooses (a Senryu)
There are excuses For being tied in nooses Of thin gold feathers
Let the final song unwind the day’s knots, where the gold loosens, the nooses fall away, and the night opens its hands.
A year ago, during a visit with my Canadian cousins, I left Vancouver Island for Edmonton and met my Alberta cousin in the small town of Wainwright. Soon after, we set off on a three‑day road trip back to the island, travelling through Jasper and the towering Rocky Mountains — a journey carved into memory.
A Picnic in the Rocky’s
Leaving Salmon Arm
On the outskirts of Vancouver, heading towards the Ferry
The ferry from Vancouver to Sidney (Vancouver Island)
From the Mountains to the Sea
I am gradually drifting down, From out of the mountains’ smoky shroud, Toward the seaside playground, To rejoin a welcoming crowd.
Where, around the magical island, There will be more stories unfold, As time quickly filters through my hand; But these precious moments will be all molded Into poetic lines, written in charcoal and gold.
My Canadian cousins pointed me toward this Great Big Sea classic — a spirited companion for any journey drifting from mountains to shoreline.
It’s Market Day this Saturday from 10 a.m. to 3 p.m. * Our popular monthly markets are all undercover at Centrepoint Arcade on the third Saturday of every month. * They feature art, unique goods from local makers, second-hand goods, plants, books, and more. * There are also open art studios, Yesterday Vintage, Untether Gallery, and the May’d Shop.
All at, Centrepoint Arcade 132 Little Malop St, Geelong From 10 am to 3 pm
And I’ll be there with ‘Frankie’ and my “New Bookstall Set-up“
Let the quiet magic of Sigur Rós guide you toward a Saturday filled with makers, music, and friendly faces.
Nancy’s “Feeding Time” post from last week sparked this limerick. A stray comment of mine turned into a tiny blues riff about Billy, the old goat who can’t keep out of trouble. Nancy >> Feeding Time – The Elephant’s Trunk
Old Goat Blues (a Limerick)
Billy the silly old goat Instead of his wild oats He ate the old leathery shoes Now he needs a glass of booze To clear his sole full throat
And because Nancy’s goat set this whole thing in motion, here’s a porch‑blues groove with just enough swagger to keep his hooves tapping.
As twilight settles across the shelves, Steve pauses for thought atop his old bookcase…
Steve the Snail’s Bookcase
I’m sitting in a secret place on top of this old bookcase — I’m not a nutcase, but wistfully wondering about that space between the sun’s twilight zone and the world’s traversing horizon.
Is that the mysterious place beyond third base, the dark coalface, that I’m yet to embrace — my final footrace?
But wait — before I vanish into space without a trace, I need to don my carapace and tighten these slivery bootlaces.
Steve’s gentle reminder drifts in: put your hat and shoes on, and enjoy life while you’re able.
As Steve settles into the hush of twilight, this song drifts in beside him…
This afternoon we attended the very first Booktrovert Meet & Greet + Book Swap at the welcoming Books & Brew Café in North Geelong. Running from 11am to 3pm, the event marked the launch of a new bookish community for Geelong and surrounds — a space for readers, writers, and quiet creatives to gather and feel at home. The café was alive with friendly conversations, book swapping, and curious visitors learning about the new Fiction and Non‑Fiction Book Clubs. Local indie authors and makers had their work on display, adding a lovely creative buzz to the room. It was the kind of gathering where strangers quickly became bookish friends, and where the simple joy of sharing stories felt like the heart of the afternoon. A wonderful first chapter for the Booktrovert community — and a warm, memorable day at Books & Brew.
Over at Weekly Prompts, this weekend’s challenge word is Fruitful. The Booktrovert gathering turned out to be a truly “fruitful” afternoon at Books & Brew — full of new faces, shared stories, and the quiet joy of creative community. To visit their fabulous site, please click >> Here
Books & Brew Café — the perfect welcome for Geelong’s first Booktrovert gathering. A bright, inviting front view where readers, writers, and quiet creatives wandered in with curiosity and smiles.
The counter humming with coffee, conversation, and that gentle Booktrovert buzz. Frankie’s chosen table — our little home base amid the warmth of the afternoon.
Local indie authors and makers showcasing their work — a colourful corner of creativity and community.
A lively crowd filling the café with book swapping, friendly chats, and new connections. A beautiful first chapter for the Booktrovert community.
Captured moments by Catherine — fellow Geelong Writers poet and generous friend. A lovely snapshot of us together, celebrating stories and community. Her images reflect the heart of the day: warmth, camaraderie, and shared creative spirit.
A wonderful first chapter for the Booktrovert community — full of warmth, curiosity, and connection. Books & Brew proved the perfect home for this new creative gathering, and I’m already looking forward to the next event.
This morning’s wattlebird carried a question across the sky — a fleeting shimmer of light and wonder. Inspired by that moment, I found myself chasing the same golden touch through words and image, letting the Dream’s warmth echo the poem’s quiet hope.
Will I Be the One? (a Tanka)
There’s a wattlebird Flying past the golden sun And then I wondered Who will be the chosen one to receive the Midas touch?
And as the wattlebird slips past the golden sun, this song carries the same gentle light forward.
