England, Pale Mother
With deference and apologies to Bertolt Brecht. A paraphrasing of Brecht’s Deutschland, Bleiche Mutter poem, in view of the elections in England on 22nd May 2014. Brecht composed the poem… Continue Reading
A View From The Gallery – in which I talk about parish councils
“Parish council – The administrative body in a civil parish.” Oxford English Dictionary “Parochial – relating to a Church parish; OR having a limited or narrow outlook or scope. Derived… Continue Reading
#MyWritingProcess
I’ve very kindly been asked by Lisa Hinsley to take part in the #MyWritingProcess blog tour. This is a tour where you can follow a thread across the blogs of… Continue Reading
Why Stradbroke Library is the perfect home for Stradbroke Post Office
It’s more years ago than I care to remember, that we managed to get over 200 people to protest outside Stradbroke Library against the threat of its closure. And it’s… Continue Reading
The Past Is Silent
The past is silent, An old film. There are memories but no voices. Pictures, filtered, Fade in and out With a rare combustion of colour. We have forgotten more… Continue Reading
The Jewel That Was Mine – WIP
Chapter 1 London, January 2014 My name is Molly Cloud, and I’m going to rob a museum. Chapter 2 London, 1635 On the… Continue Reading
Tearing At Thoughts by Andy Harrod – a rare book review on World Book Day
Today is World Book Day, and I have challenged the twittersphere to celebrate by either buying a book, borrowing one from a library, or writing a review of a book…. Continue Reading
13
When you wake You will be a teenager,Somewhere between a child And an adult.Difficult.For you, and for me. A strange thing, growing up. We think we know who we are,And… Continue Reading
Time
Back here, in real life, half-term over, and in the last week of February. One sixth of this year gone already, and Christmas still not fully digested, nor finances recovered…. Continue Reading
A Gift
Not so much thought as thoughtlessness. Emptyingmy mind to be you, to see like you, to feel like you,to find something you might love. I leave the station, and follow… Continue Reading