So whatever it was I was going to say last time has disappeared into the mists of my memory. It would have to be exceptionally good to be worth the wait anyway…and I doubt somehow it was that good. Life changing perhaps, but hey, a...
I’ve been visiting (it must be something in the Glastonbury air): At Chalice Well It was her shoes I noticed first, jagged with rhinestones sparkling red across her sad toes, incongruous beneath her care-worn blue dress. She had something of the past about her, something defeated, bowed...
This poem was for peace day, which should rightly be every day of course. Let’s make it for today therefore Peace I have seen the world; I have seen that which dies, The desperate hurt that opens raw with the night, I have smelt the scent of pain, such...
It feels like it’s well over time that I started this blog…but where to start? Hmmm. I tell you what, I’ll kick off by publicising the new Mystery Bar interview at Merlins Diary Podcast. My co-host Barry Durdant-Hollamby (it’s a double barrelled sort of a podcast)...