Poetry Blogs (2013, memories)
Inspired by the cart on the patio at Carob Cottage, Ilgaz, North Cyprus
Broken down cart
Ornamental on patio.
Hay, grain, carob and olives.
Donkey or horse
Living engine, now dead.
Folk songs of old
Clip, clop beat the hooves.
Sunday 1st December 2013 3:12 am
Before you start reading this piece, I'd like to take your attention for one moment to remember Maggie Turner, the woman whom this piece is about. She was a firecracker of a woman and one of the most inspiring, intelligent, opinionated, caring, compassionate people I've ever known. She said what she thought and wore her heart on her sleeve. Not enough people in this world do that, and I love he...
Sunday 7th April 2013 3:24 pm
Saint Stephen's tale
It's Friday, sweets from Mrs Smith
Degeneration X and anarchy
Frankie's words: two tables, four chairs, suspension.
Discovered passing the buck, and thus passed it.
Stole the show with Twenty-one Questions, four dancers, and a singer.
First girlfriend changed everything, "You're young, she has baggage - get rid..." … did...
Sunday 7th April 2013 3:01 pm