I trade both online and offline as Zoolon Hub. I’ve recently added another new product to my business aimed mainly at others in the music industry. However, I thought some of you poets or lyricists out there might (or might not) also be interested in the product – especially so if you are not a … Continue reading WHEN A POEM BECOMES A SONG
A castle waiting for moonlight According to my father this is a more or less accurate account of a conversation we had when I was 4 years old. “Look George, there’s a new moon tonight” “What happened to the old one, Dad?” Nothing much has changed. THE MOON HAS HAD ITS FILL (maybe, when … Continue reading ZOOLON & THE MOON
(a tidy photo of Cleopatra the Beetle) The day started well. As I left the house on my way to get a haircut I saw that Cleopatra had turned up on the doormat. She didn’t hang around long but agreed to pose for a photograph. Nice one, Cleo. I turned up at my usual barber’s … Continue reading ZOOLON’S HAIRCUT
GAME OF BLOSSOMS ‘Episode 5; Series 3 – ‘Sunflowers Who Forgot to Follow the Sun’ Warning, this episode contains some scenes of cross-pollination’ It was Sunday afternoon, about 3pm. Just an hour before the shops shut. I’d been working all weekend and was starving hungry. I needed fresh pasta badly. The best fresh pasta … Continue reading ZOOLON, RONNIE & FRESH PASTA
(a day-flying moth of no fixed abode I took a snap of last Sunday) Recent random thoughts of Zoolon; ‘Neither the light bulb nor The Moon mean a thing to a day-flying moth’ ‘I think it’s unlikely that your average Viking would feel he had to check out TripAdvisor when planning a holiday abroad’. A … Continue reading NOTHING SERIOUS
(Entrance to The Church of St Guillotine, Patron Saint of The Headless, Provins, France) It’s been humid and very hot in these parts this week. In my studio, I’ve been boiling alive. Even so, I’ve not been out much. Just working. Whatever, yesterday my dear mother calls out saying she needs to borrow my car … Continue reading ZOOLON & THE SPIDERS
(me having a laugh with my GoPro) I’ve been mucking about with new lyrics/melodies lately. Some are working; some I let fly away back where they came from. For random reasons I’ll probably never figure out, history has been on my mind – perhaps the flavour of French history from last week has stayed with … Continue reading A POSTCARD FROM BEFORE
Living, Fighting, Thriving. Till I Collapse.
A young mother bitchin and whinging about life on the daily
#AxeAnxietyandDepression #Keepgoing
Sebuah Nafas Baru
Poetry with meter that rhymes!
