Tuesday, 7 July 2026

Tomato

 


don’t put off for tomato what’s up today

   pull from the punnet starting to leaf

   and push into compost of total belief

 

yesterday today and tomato

   transcribes genetic patterns year to year

   human chat prizing their ready progress

 

tomato and tomato and tomato

   readier than ever bursts its bonds

   rounder and sounder and under wonder

 

the forecast for tomato is variable

   with areas of soft around the edges

   sunny disposition and increasingly wet

 

all said and done tomato is another day

   olé bouquet of creamy soup

   fruity beauty of salad sandwich 

Friday, 26 June 2026

Monoculture

 Exercise: Use ‘monoculture’ in a sentence. 

A sprinkle of monoculture on cereal assists with the passage of the day.

 

It’s another monoculture Monday, not my fun day, wish it were Sunday.

 

Each shirt pocket has its own impersonalised ‘monoculture’ monogram.

 

Monoculture Design © offers the very best in dull, monotonous, unoriginal, derivative lifestyle choices.

 

Moaning in a flat, level monoculture tone she outlined oblivious the drab future on offer.

 

 In unmemorable monotone the opposition member mumbled, “I believe in monoculture, up to a point.”

 

Those sixties one-hit wonders The Monocultures play their ‘One Off Reunion Tour’ next month.

 

The fringe haircut craze la monoculture proved short-haired, short-fused, and short-lived.

 

Adjusting his monoculture he re-read the text: There are none so blind as those who cannot unwind.

 

If it walks like a multiculture and talks like a multiculture then it’s not a monoculture.

 

Se cammina come una multicultura e parla come una multicultura, allora non è monocultura.

 

I’ll grab three flake, the large chips, and a bag of steamed monocultures with soy sauce.

 

Go to jail, go directly to jail, the rules of Monoculture instruct, Do not pass Go.

 

We’re out of stock with Mogadon, but we’ve got the generic brand Monoculture, will that do?

 

 

Monday, 22 June 2026

Cantaloupe

 

the gigantic planet that rolled into

   sight amidst countless comparables

   across the counter of the fruttivendolo

 

its decidedly contiguous net of crust

   a braille sun and water imprinted

   for the likes of those thirsty for flesh

 

sliced in half daybreaks

   pale orange life inside lime haloes

   scent promising sweetest flows

 

and suddenly a self-made bowl

   90% water 10% incomparable

   tender presence fanta soup

 

cantaloupe a set of syllables looping

   cantering in the air

   of this one and only world