PETER AND THE HARE
Being the curious adventures of Peter and his semi-imaginary Hare.

A

  • Magical,
  • Irreverant and 
  • Semi-pointless poetical journey through 
  • the middle of everything, or around it.

 

ALSO FEATURING: Artefacts from the NEAREST! FAREST! and MOST-ROUNDED! corners of the globe!

 

Start now, and don’t think of stopping!

To Set You On Your Way:

First post of this thing ever

Year 1’s Retro-Indulgent Self-Rospective:

In a year:

I opened the window and had to stop myself from falling.
There were trees… I was quite tired, though.
The shopkeeper added his own money to the till.
The Moon did not have golden syrup.
There was, instead, a pigeon, and many pigeon servants would follow.
There were door-handles…
…and I met Dmitri
…and Dmitri met the Deer Girl
…while I played a lot of Tetris.
The monkey squeaked. The organ squeaked.
We discovered the Internet
…and The Beetles.
There were silverfish.
There was some poetry.

 

 

I am Peter;

An ordinary Man who nevertheless has a great talent for withstanding the curious. My endless days are made painless by the company of my good friend and Hare, whom I fear is not long for any of these worlds. Being a hare, he is cursed with an awkward temprement. Nobody in the afterlife would abide him, and I happen to know that they have prepared an escape route for the ocassion of his visit.

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But brothers are brothers. When two brothers make a precarious living out of the written word, one must overshadow the other. And I am the one who has been left starving. The Hare posts his poetry here, and he has permitted me to post my crude attempts. Hare with me.

Written by: Peter Buckley, and The Hare.

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