Category Archives: Inspiration


A computer means exactly what it says, they’d drive you crazy.

Or am I lazy?

Why are they so complicated?

I awaited enlightenment, I waited and waited.

Sooner or later it came along, I was doing things wrong.

Ask exactly the right question, that is my suggestion.

You too must mean what you say.

Have a nice day.

Hello world, I’ve seen the world, I didn’t like it.

Will I catch a bus or bike it?

Tich Ennis

3rd October, 2017



My writing is like the flutter of a butterfly’s wings and makes as little difference as far as I can see to things.

Some guy said fluttering of a butterfly’s wings can cause a hurricane somewhere else, oh well.

Can I make Heaven out of Hell?

Everything means something we were told at school.

I heard that, I am not a fool.

Every action provokes an equal and opposite reaction is a well known fact.

And so I act.

Do things matter, yes they do to me.

A flower, a river, a Christmas tree.

I write this on a napkin having left behind my book.

It flutters in the wind while I look.

I hope to bring about a book.

I have been to the printer, I have a little work to do.

Who will enjoy it?

Maybe you.

Me too.

Tich Ennis

6th September, 2017

Some Things

We are vehicles for the truth.

I was told that in my youth.

I thought I don’t know the truth, perhaps I will when I am older.

I was shy, now I am bolder.

To me the truth was something said in words, now I know its what you do.

Words can be untrue.

I love words, I could read when I was three.

But I could not understand, that’s me.

I meant to say some things the Brother said.

Maybe I will before I’m dead.

I believe what you do not what you say an old man said.

I take his words as read.

Tich Ennis

3rd September, 2017

Kiss Cure

Talking things to death without arriving at a conclusion creates confusion. And delusion.

If people lose their faith in talk what have we got left?

A baby eel is an eft.

Wisdom may be proclaimed in a word, so also may the absurd.

Quality not quantity is what its all about.

Wisdom whispers in your ear while others rant and shout.

Words are not inherently bad, believe that and you’re mad.

Ask your dad.

Thou shalt not kill was said so long ago.

By some white-bearded so and so.

What does he know?

That so and so.

Mind how you go.

Prepare for snow.

Your watch is slow.

My time runs out and I must go.

I wish to make the implicit explicit.

When you see a mouth, kiss it.

That’s all you need to know.

Its hard talking to those who don’t want to know.

Yours faithfully, a so and so.

And so I sink into the bottomless abyss.

Kiss kiss.

Tich Ennis

31st August, 2017


We knew everything before and discover it anew.

Some ancient philosopher said that, I don’t know who.

Alright, he said it is as if that is the case.

I don’t want egg on my face.

In a flash of illumination and recognition we know, at last.

As if we knew it in the past.

What can this mean, is all time one?

There’s nothing new under the Sun.

Is my life nearly run?

Not quite I hope when I have not begun.

Tich Ennis

29th August, 2017


Everything is an illusion said Carlo Rovelli from a land where they don’t call jam jelly.

If everything is an illusion what is real?

Is it everything you feel?

If matter doesn’t matter what price spirit, what price quality?

Enjoy a cup of tea.

Or two with me.

Wait and see.

Can you believe your eyes?

You’re in for a surprise.

Rovelli is wise.

He joins the pantheon of wise guys.

Tich Ennis

24th August, 2017


Deer Oirish Riters’ Soc, I want to rite but should I?

I can’t spell, but what the Hell?

Does grammar matter, should a thin person be fatter?

A writer must have something to say more than have a nice day.

Nothing rhymes with I except die.

That’s not completely true, are you?

I’ll put a sock in it for now.

Have a nice day despite the rain anyhow.

Tich Ennis

16th August, 2017