49/2023
Here we are, At the edge of the world, Holding so many fates in Our trembling hands, and Looking into the abybss beyond Which there is nothing. How strange To… Continue Reading
Browsing Category: Writing
47/2023
He never let her finish, Always interrupted her, Wouldn’t allow the truth to Escape her lips, held Her back, denied her, Ignored her, locked Her into the narrow Room when… Continue Reading
43/2023
Winter has harvested its crop Of lives, and planted misery Instead of wheat into the fallow Soil, bare land as far as eyes dare To look, as bleak as eyes… Continue Reading
40/2023
She laid out her sketchpad and pencils, Half-hidden from the masculine shape on The dais at the centre. He was never averse To taking his clothes off in public, and… Continue Reading
35/2023
This underhand way Of waging war, hidden, to Rip malevolence into the Precincts of peace, unbidden Entrance through steel and flesh, Dead centre and sharp, to Overcome an imaginary enemy…. Continue Reading
26/2023
I almost can’t bring myself To use barely in a sentence. It Smacks of a desperate writer Caught between purple prose and Something approaching reasonable Writing, someone so bound to… Continue Reading
16/2023
A pleasing view; its definition. Such over-use of, in effect, An abbreviation for something Which needs more detail. Used tautologically too often By the under-educated (blame Governments for that), and… Continue Reading
Day 365
I knew I’d end up writing another fragmentary as the last daily post of 2022, but I didn’t think I’d be telling you that, after two days of awful toothache,… Continue Reading
Day 364
The first draft of Aggie’s Art Of Happiness is complete. I finished it at 17:40 this afternoon. I don’t know how to feel about it, to be honest. I had a… Continue Reading
Day 363
The bad news is that I’ve totally lost track of time today. The good news is that I think I’m about three or four chapters from completing the first draft… Continue Reading