Lost and found is my eureka! blog, my rediscovery of my short fiction and poetry submissions published in literary magazines and university literary journals some decades ago. Interspersed, occasionally, with more recent, hitherto unpublished pieces.
It may very well be so that a weed is but a plant whose virtues are yet to be discovered. And it is true that I will allow wildflowers which deign to honour my garden with their appearance, presence in my garden as honoured guests, but they earn their keep in the shy beauty of their blossoms. It is the sheer unadulterated impertinence of those other, utterly drab and truly weedy, that affront me, their obtuse stubbornness, presumption and unwillingness to decipher the time-honoured code of the pampered, treasured garden; those unwanted, unappreciated visitors whose calling card is denied, yanked summarily and tossed into the compost heap, need not return. That emphatic message, so routinely spurned by true weeds whose pedestrian lack of blossoms and colour inspire me to gardener's rage, express the distemper of the ordered garden.
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