My Daughter’s Wedding
Since I put more work into writing this than I did most other stuff, I am putting it here.
I don’t
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I occasionally write more‑or‑less silly poems and more‑or‑less serious essays.
Since I put more work into writing this than I did most other stuff, I am putting it here.
I don’t
I don’t really know if this is an essay or a poem.
I wrote this on an iPad in a moment of self reflection about thirty years after my father’s death.
I recall the event I’m describing was at the party after the twins were christened, so I must have written
This was an essay I wrote on an iPad in a hotel lobby in Fujairah while waiting to pick up
The second of three essays I wrote in early 2023 to get my ideas straight on a few things.
This
The third of three essays I wrote in Chile 2023 to clarify my thoughts. I think patriotism was and
Four years after I wrote the Taste of Rat, I thought I should extend it to discuss microbiotic food production.
The winning entry for the Maltings Free Press first edition poetry prize. The only entry so far as I
I can proudly say the un-illustrated version of this poem is complete drivel. The illustrated version however is a
We have outside steps at our house in Poland. We sweep them occasionally.
My missus mixes “then” and “than”She says that the ear of the EnglishmanMay hear different sounds but the Slavonic mindInterprets
March 2020: The girls and I were in a camper van in Sicily. Ania was on a cross country cycle
I wrote this to complete the structure of my book, Lifehacks, and it turned out to be the most popular
This was a wife-challenge. We were on top of a mountain in southern Europe, running from Covid 19. Ania came out
Zoe asked me for a coconut poem. I wrote the first verse and she seemed happy with that.
Four years after I wrote the Taste of Rat, I thought I should extend it to discuss microbiotic food production. I didn’t get very far with the project, but
The winning entry for the Maltings Free Press first edition poetry prize. The only entry so far as I know and the first poem I had written since school.
I can proudly say the un-illustrated version of this poem is complete drivel. The illustrated version however is a work of multilayered genius imho.
We have outside steps at our house in Poland. We sweep them occasionally.
Since I put more work into writing this than I did most other stuff, I am putting it here.
I don’t know how the hell I thought those first lines were
I don’t really know if this is an essay or a poem.
I wrote this on an iPad in a moment of self reflection about thirty years after my father’s death.
I recall the event I’m describing was at the party after the twins were christened, so I must have written this in Summer 2010.
This was an essay I wrote on an iPad in a hotel lobby in Fujairah while waiting to pick up Ania from a photography assignment.
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