Jewels (Remove filter)
Counting Sleep
Monday 19th May 2025 5:15 pm
Trinkets
Little things that remind me of home
They take me back to where I’ve been
Also where I’d like to go
I think about the gold necklace that I wore on my 31st
Or the gifted pink bracelet with my name carved in rose gold
Some I have lost and others I have yet to find
But one things for sure, I know you were and will be all mine!
Saturday 25th February 2023 1:31 am
Bohemia
A memory of a small but unforgettable part of London.
Walking down to Camden Lock
with colour and fizz all around
on a warm August day:
narrow boats, top hats and silk scarves,
old pubs, rent boys, spruikers;
The Regent's dark canal,
people-watchers. Music like jewels.
Such is the raucous silence
of loneliness.
Chris Hubbard
2018
Thursday 15th March 2018 4:02 am
Recent Comments
Auracle on The Dunning-Kruger Effect (Play Chess)
6 hours ago
John Coopey on BREAD AND MUCKY FAT
13 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on The Five Essential Pillars Of Life
13 hours ago
Greg Freeman on Liberation, 1945
13 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on Liberation, 1945
13 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on BREAD AND MUCKY FAT
13 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on Stats (To be continued)
14 hours ago
John Coopey on BREAD AND MUCKY FAT
14 hours ago
Mike Bartram on 'Little Boy' 6/8/1945 (80 Years Ago)
14 hours ago
Naomi on TWO NUNS ON A BUS
15 hours ago