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I don’t fall into winter, not like the dead leaves,but charge in, daubed cheeks and white breath;eager mornings tugging aside curtains’ sheavesto see the silvering frost-blanket the night has left. I don’t fall into winter, wishing for some brakesholding arms in front of me, trying to stop time.I gallop in gladly, relishing air’s chilly embracefinding... Continue Reading →
This Spring into Summer has me hangingas if to say, 'Wait - we're not quite there yet!'Long days of rain, holed up in my room singingI have endured, shunning the cold and wet and on days when the bright sea looks invitingI've shivered by the shore bewilderedby those brave souls who think nothing of divinginto... Continue Reading →
I remember the first tooth you lost. It was Granollers Day, annual fair of the nearest big town. C’était un jour de fête was playing in my head. Too much beer and revelry and sure, I lost a piece of myself that day. Why do we cling on to childhood? I remember the first tooth... Continue Reading →
I've just finished reading The Sound of Brilliance, an anthology of poems from 'The Short of It' series edited by Susi Bocks. As Susi herself states of the book: This publication aims to find people with an interest and talent for micro-writing, whether their preferred form is poetry or stories, expressing themselves in 150 or... Continue Reading →
I say '1000 Readers' rather than '1000 Followers' because WordPress is different to Instagram or Twitter or Facebook. First of all, I don't count it as social media, although it's certainly a social space. It's primarily a Content Management System (where you can create and publish content) and a Blogging Platform (where you can regularly... Continue Reading →
As I sank into the depths of alcoholismdepression and despair not a soul around me seemed to careexcept the man who stood next to me on the tubewhose angry eyes seemed to say ‘how dare you stand so close to me?’Perhaps I didn’t smell too good: Sorry mate, did I spoil your commute? I wrote this... Continue Reading →
Hellebores, primrose, bluebells, geranium, forget-me-not: how could I forget you? For our love bloomed in the heady time of late spring flowers, around the rising of the late-May moon. Scents of lavender and roses drifted on the air, as the Star of Bethlehem reflected the moon's splendour, shining white. Buttercups and poppies swayed in daytime... Continue Reading →
Bob Dylan turns 80 today, and I couldn't let that go by without a nod to his musical and lyrical genius. My apologies for the rusty guitar playing: I never was great at singing and playing at the same time, and now I am 20 years out of practice. Like so many of Bob Dylan's... Continue Reading →
I have witnessed the transition from Spring into Summer in several different locations. In the UK, the saying goes, Ne'er cast a clout, till May is out. ('Don't take your (winter) clothes off until May is over.') In Catalunya, it's Pel maig cada dia un raig ('In May, every day a ray' - but the... Continue Reading →
A whole 50 postcards since I started sending them out in June last year! That's around one per week. I'm celebrating by taking things a little easy, and sharing some images of sunset over the Venetian town of Piran, which lends itself well to the colours of evening... Fortification on the Old Town Walls (Medieval)... Continue Reading →
Experiments in Fiction 