I wrote this yesterday morning. For some reason I was quite pleased I had written anything! I thought I would post it so you would know how I spent part of my morning: We’re all writers penning on Time’s paper The incremental moments of our lives Sculpting with water like luckless shapers The haphazard follies…
Month: May 2010
Just Play The Game
I was always taught at school that sport was wonderful for one’s health, matured the mind and taught one to play fair. Then I heard a senior boy saying to his rugby team, ‘I want you to come off that field with blood on your shirt and I don’t want it to be yours.’ Fair?…
Unintended Consequences
I am not a huge fan of conspiracy theories. That conspiracies and cabals exist I am certain sure, and there are plenty of Star Chamber moments in every nation’s history. But the idea of some hidden group manipulating world history, that terrible events were the consequence of secret plots designed to propagate one political philosophy…
Village Life
Is a little different to city life. A farmer gets up at four thirty in the morning to start their day. Most things in their life are apportioned to cost and time from feeding animals to treats for the kids. The local shop is small and opens at eight and the post office opens too…
Green Vote
I have to pass comment on the United Kingdom General Election if only in memory of the many thousands of people who have died over the years to make elections possible. The leader of the UK Green Party has won a seat in Brighton. I remember many years ago canvassing in south east Cornwall for…
Primroses
The primroses have been flowering for quite a while now but this year they are abundant and as always, welcome. Being in a reasonably mild part of the United Kingdom we are fortunate that they flower through to December and will start around late February – so pretty close to all year round. There used…
We Are All Writers
We all write history each and every second we live. Indeed we write history because we live. We may write a story, paint, draw, create something that a thousand years from now inspires someone else to a kind of glory or or a deep depravity. We may have children and one of our descendants may…
To Women
My poems about love actually started with one written years ago about love of life, and what life meant to me. My mother said it was a very good poem and one of my friends said it was the loveliest thing she had ever read! Over the years it expanded in a strange way and…
The Brightest Noise
I left the window open last night because I have a slight cold and was awoken by a very loud dawn chorus. I think the birds must have been sitting on the guttering and in the trees that line the road. It was one of those “I can’t sleep-am still tired- don’t mind though” moments….
Poverty
I was fourteen and in Bombay for the first time in my life. I was on a four week holiday to meet with relatives. My entire childhood I had been brought up in the UK. I only spoke English and that with a received English pronunciation and I was at boarding school. Just started that…