Poets should write with feeling, and be read with understanding.
We’ve got snow, it’s so exciting. We’ve got snow and it looks inviting. Pull on your socks, and pull on your wellies; we’re going outside to slide on our bellies!
Some say Christmas died when we forgot its pagan past. Others that it happened when beer supplanted cheer, and present no longer came sandwiched between past and future, but arrived instead in a package labelled Xbox. Although I believe it was when they first caught...
Thanks for the comments on the last blog – it makes me feel wanted! I guess it’s easy to sit here and imagine the emptiness of cyberspace all around. What was that line from Yeats -‘The wandering earth herself may beOnly a sudden flaming word,In...
Haven’t posted for a while – too busy, or too lazy? No, busy, but lots of time on the computer, so there are no excuses. Would be happier if I knew anyone was reading this. Anyways, doing a lot of editing. Finished my teen sci-fi book, first draft, a...
