Terry Pratchett speaks…

I shall be writing an article soon about this most beloved of authors(whom I met a long time ago, a memory I cherish) but this article from the Guardian is a good background. Warning: please have a hankie handy. Seriously. If this doesn’t move you, you may need a forklift truck or CPR.  http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2010/sep/01/terry-pratchett-alzheimers-assisted-suicide

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What’s your story?

    What’s your story?   I’m a bit of a compulsive people watcher and what amuses me the most is the random snippets of conversation you overhear in the street or in cafés and so on. On Saturday, walking through Oxford, I caught this gem: “…..And my legs were full of lactic acid….” Once [...]

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Music to lift the spirits

I’m feeling low and dreary but that’s my baseline setting, the default programme for me. You wouldn’t guess it if you met me, though. I love music but unless I upgrade my wordpress account, I can’t share it here, but I can share youtube clips. The following link is one of my favourite songs of all [...]

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Meditating with aromatics

The following is a table of contents for the book I have slowly been working on. I’d be interested in any suggestions for things that you’d like included, any special scents you feel I have missed out, or that have significance for you. This is one of my winter season projects and I need a [...]

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Death by Water, revisited

  Death by Water, Revisited   The haves with their gilded lives, Who turn the wheel And gaze to windward, And the have-not, A fortnight dead in the world’s eyes Exist side by side Seldom ever touching Rarely really seeing Never imagining that Like Phlebas the Phoenician, He was once as handsome And tall as [...]

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To boldly go….

 This is my entry into Shafali’s Story telling carnival;  http://shafali.wordpress.com/2010/09/07/announcement-story-in-the-caricature-blog-carnival-for-writers-bloggers-september-2010-edition/ To boldly go….. “Cut!” The director’s voice carried sharply over the clatter of the set and the cast seemed to slump at the word. “OK, everyone, take five. It’s looking good!” Most of the cast shuffled off in search of doughnuts, coffee and in at [...]

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My Cave

  My cave I found the cave high in the mountains by accident, if such things exist, wandering through tunnels of ancient rock, in pitch darkness, feeling my way for miles. My hands were raw with scraping against rock. There came a point where to go back was probably harder than going forward and as [...]

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Heart on a chain

  Heart on a chain (a prose poem)     I wear my heart upon a chain and not upon my sleeve. It hangs around my neck and warms against my skin. The silver’s wearing thin, Base metal showing through. In some light it looks like gold, But don’t be fooled: It’s made of sterner [...]

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The Cave

  The Cave   I am going into myself, Into that dark safe place Far back in the cold cave Where the light doesn’t reach.   I am going into myself Where no one can hurt me Where no one can reach me And no one knows I am here.   I am going into [...]

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Stone soup

From my other blog The Wild Sheep Society; http://thewildsheepsociety.wordpress.com/2010/09/13/stone-soup/ This is in case anyone wants to read the story; it fits better over there but many of my readers here might also enjoy it.

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