Honesty, honestly
I’m staring at a screen waiting to be filled with something masterful. As I hit each key, I realize this. Writing is about the absence of perfection…
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Nipples on the concrete
It’s still and very hot indeed. The ponies in the field are standing quietly in the shade of the hawthorn hedges with back legs bent and Dorothy…
Hailey
Yesterday my niece was over, and it never ceases to amazes me the wisdom of children. Playing tic tac toe, she says “you can’t keep doing the same t…
Butterfly
Walking back from "The Hammer and Pincers" at 10.45, I was glad that we had won the quiz once more. The blue of that hot summer's day …
Old Friends
Walking into town from Bloomsbury , not far from Russell Square I literally bumped into an old friend from North Wales. I had forgotten he was a…
Dreamworld
Seventy five miles there and seventy five miles back. Yet another trip to see my younger brother as he continues to drift towards death's harbo…