“Through bovine irises” is on the funny side of things, humor being the best therapy and there has always been a need for therapy, in fact quite a bit needed in my lifetime so far. However for now let there be laughs and a giggle or two.
Shh but in case you didn’t know I am a writer and I call myself that now, no longer a label of "wannabe" or "aspiring" preface to the job title - I am for definite a writer. However I actually started as a poet, I still am a poet along with all sorts of other creative career hats I tend to wear day-to-day. The poetry hat however has been put away on previous occasions just like a seasonal item of clothing. Recently I have decided to dust off the mothballs of my poetic side.
So here lays the third anthology “Through bovine irises” a poke at middle agedom at the grand old age of Forty (and a few months now) and for a change, this anthology takes a break from deep thinking, teen challenges and mid-twenties shenanigans.
“Through bovine irises” is on the funny side of things, humour being the best therapy and there has always been a need for therapy, in fact quite a bit needed in my lifetime so far. However for now let there be laughs and a giggle or two.
It’s come to a point in my life to not take things too seriously. Poking fun at risk assessments, recycling, reality TV (and those that feature on them) and then the ultimate moments in anyone’s lifecycle - coffee, football and technology because they are such relatable and amazingly easy targets to make fun of. Obviously!