Dead seal on the beach at Blackwaterfoot

The dead seal, in a shallow grave, Just beyond the tideline. Its putrefaction had reached such a level That the thin covering of pebbles, shingle and stones Cannot contain the foetor. Maisie, my dog detected the smell. The taste is irresistible. The flavour I cannot imagine. A few scratches, Nudges with her nose And blubberyContinue reading “Dead seal on the beach at Blackwaterfoot”

Sippy cups, they are no good and my gustatory intransigence.

Take a nice long drink of beakerjuice, now reflect on how you got there. Sip, sippy, passive, aggressive and the apathy of care.