i did not get sucked-in to Christmas-Day Dietary-Excesses this year. In fact, y'day was the first day of my intended MacDougall(BIG MAC)-inspired New-Year's-Day-Diet. Don't worry, no humans, other than myself, were harmed by this decision! : one of the perks of living a near hermit-like existence!
i gave away the mozarella and the feta cheeses. i gave away the Indian pakoras, bhajis and samosas. And i gave away the too-rich "homoss", even tho' it was organic. i felt lighter and healthier at one fell stroke.
So, once again, after a two-month hiatus, i return to a highly acceptable, almost 100%, plant-based, low-fat, whole-foods diet. Am allowing for a little vegan irreverence. Tho whenever i do stray, it is never very far.
And remember - DISEASES rarely run in families..DIETS do!!! Treat the family to a "BIG MAC" diet in 2013!!! Eat greens & grains, salads & vegetables, fruits & seeds. Any other vegan food should be of condiment proportions.…
1. tearing down road at break-neck speed a blackbird
2. must be getting old even in dream couldn't stiffen for girl
3. starlings gathered on railway-sidings dried grass-seeds
4. weathered garden-shed looks so right no need to paint anew
5. sitting zazen mouth waters thoughts of smoked tofu
* (These poems were first seen on Kris Hemensley's "poetry & ideas" blog - posted on August 26, 2007. i have now slightly revised them. "weathered garden shed" was also published by Phyllis Walsh, in her magazine, "Hummingbird")
2 girlskiss good-bye@ Bridport bus-stophearts stopbrieflyfor 2 kisses1 with lips to nose1 with lips to chinface-to-faceMahakashyapa@ Vulture Peaki would twirl a flowerforfrench kissesin the street*(Bridport,Dorset -10/December/2011)*
Our Fatherwho art in HeavenStay thereand we'll stay here on earthin WEYMOUTHwhich is so prettyin the early morningwalking past NOAH'S ARKand THE PALM HOUSEby RADIPOLE LAKEwith its swans, coots, mallards and seagullsgathering themselves for a later commotion as i pass.&with its small avenue of trees heresurely the left-bank of The Seine is rivalled?why seek for anywhere else?Manhattan's or Hong-Kong's skyscrapersnot as high as i feel right noweven with no rye sourdough at THE PHOENIX BAKERY as yet"See ya later, man" says Aidan Chapman as his all-night stint draws to a close& it's saturday morning& the usual shop-traders have yet to make an appearance.But i head for THE SWANby the TOWN BRIDGE where late-night revellers are having fried breakfasts & cappucino & i wait an ageto be served double tomato juice & tabascowhile the coffee machine gathers enough heat & steam& the bar staff take their time.But i feel at home here…
2 young & theirdoe-eyed motherblonde & honey-greypony-tailsin the breezealmost as wild asthe mustangs@ Cattistockmanes likeDisney animationsfalling to the groundmagical creaturesLES BICHES! LES BICHES!Near the traffic-lightswaiting for a busone waits and waitsas if for a life-timethen they come togetherLES BICHES! LES BICHES!Pony-tailsin the breeze.* (Weymouth - 2010/2012)*