A perfectly crappy day of endless plate spinning, contagious grumpiness and all round joie de vivre failure to a backing track of the sound of breaking crockery. #smallstone 27
Monday |ˈmʌndeɪ, -di| noun: the day of the week before Tuesday and following Sunday:
Trying Tanka
I’m finding myself rather taken with learning the tanka form of poetry at the moment and have been playing round with sentences and structure. This form seems to readily lend itself to […]
The Miraculous Interestingness of the Universe
The makers of literature are those who have seen and felt the miraculous interestingness of the universe …Arnold Bennett A couple of years ago I worked my way through Julia Cameron’s excellent […]
30 Miles of Bad Road
The road map of a life is written on the face looking back from the mirror, the face so much older but hardly wiser than I foolishly expect it to be. How […]
Impermanence
Who are you silver-haired woman? Does your blood run through my veins? You lived, you breathed I hope you laughed and loved, and felt love in return. But now all that’s left […]
ONE WORD AFTER ANOTHER 