Tornado Skies and Cherry Pies

Tuesday, 4 April 2017 – 10:31am  The cherry trees outside my window look very pretty with the sun shining through their delicate pink blossoms; everything from pale pink to deep rose. The long webbed shadows of their branches stretch along the street – branch tips gently draped over the base of each successive tree. Pink […]

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Books, Islam and Performing Monkeys

It has been a revelatory and an inspiring experience the past few days re-reading the material that I have amassed for this metaphysics book that I seem to have been writing for years now, or perhaps put more succinctly, formulating in my consciousness ready for the moment it would appear. Doing so has brought me […]

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My New Friends

I often sit out on my balcony to have my morning coffee, and water the few pots that I have. I realised it had been a few days since I’d watered any of my plants, with Bill’s daisies looking very limp. I have a basil plant too, which if you’ve ever grown basil you will […]

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I’m back… again.

Afternoon All! After a very long hiatus in blogging, I’ve decided once again that I should begin channeling my energies thusward by way of keeping my hand in the creative writing pot. I get a little slack from time to time, despite the fact that I love to write. But as you know, everyday life finds […]

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Happy Whatever Next

  #Inas1969Film #SergioLens #NoFlash I like this shot. I shall look back at this at a future date and realise how much I miss my children. The banner is a remnant of Grace’s recent 11th birthday celebration. I think the film and lens combination sets the tone, reminding me that it is soon to be a […]

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The Recalcitrant Idiot. – Part One

Monday 20th October 2014: Every once in a while I feel as though I need to reinvent myself. Divest myself of the old and outworn, and don a new outfit, a new façade that will present, hopefully, a better version of me. Although I’m not sure that, ‘better’ is the word I’m looking for here. […]

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The Whistling Wind

9:16 am – Bedroom As the wind blows outside it is passing through something, the eaves of the house possibly, producing a sound like that of a child’s whistle. Though it lacks conviction as if said whistle were being blown by a toddler with little awareness of the power of its own lungs. It isn’t quite […]

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A Blessing

All that I am, I have to give, Even my torrid heart. If all that I am is this old heart, Then my life is surely had. Beaten once by fortitude, My weakness my desire, I cannot strive to be so strong, If along the way I tire. Judge me not; this broken heart, That […]

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Almost Old

I’m days away from being a year older, which is a strange thing to say as I spent all year becoming a year older in daily increments since my last diabolical but enchanted birthday. If anything, because of the events of my last b-day, I should probably be avoiding making a fuss at all on […]

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