Category Archives: Emily Dickinson

With daylight comes the realisation

… that there are things that I will NEVER have an opportunity to do.
… that people are well-intended, but they tend to fall back to “religion” when they’ve run out of things – no, when they don’t know what “else” to say.
… that I am just as vulnerable and emotional as the next bloke.
… that I really do ❤ Emily Dickinson. With that said,

I heard a Fly buzz – when I died –
The Stillness in the Room
Was like the Stillness in the Air –
Between the Heaves of Storm –
The Eyes around – had wrung them dry –
And Breaths were gathering firm
For that last Onset – when the King
Be witnessed – in the Room –

I willed my Keepsakes – Signed away
What portion of me be
Assignable – and then it was
There interposed a Fly –

With Blue – uncertain – stumbling Buzz –
Between the light – and me –
And then the Windows failed – and then
I could not see to see –

Here comes the projectile vomiting.

Humans, you are an odd lot. I think that SOME of you should be spared.

“Style – being yourself but on purpose”

It may not be apparent, but I am often amused at human behaviour.


How do I want to approach this? Hummm,

Have I mentioned that I LOVE Emily Dickinson?

Oh the goddess speaks….

I’m nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there’s a pair of us – don’t tell!
They’d banish us, you know!

How dreary to be somebody!
How public like a frog
To tell one’s name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!”

OK, time for a commercial break, back in 2 and 2. 🙂

Welcome back Milady, thine august presence has been greatly missed. 🙂