Home Queen Little in the way of jobs. So with ten living and sharing your home. Little time to be alone. You are the matriarch the queen. The spring from which all edicts flow. The hub at the centre of the family wheel. Your word is law. Even the children respect your reign. Wanting your…
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Coconuts and Sheep, by Roger Read
Amongst coconut palms and fallen husks.Chomping on the grass and nibbling the odd shoot.There appears to be a sheep.Here in the tropics ?Not what you would expect to see or hear.A bleat or baa!It’s true. My eyes do not deceive me.I continue to stare at a Hair.So is it a Barbados, St Croix or Katahdin…
on the white horse view trail, by Chris Goode
hovering in far distance the blue ridge of the weald stark trees still dreaming of an almost unachievable Spring last year’s leaf-litter pressed into a shaping suck of mud phantom fractals laying down their memories of sunlight and silent seasons past stilled birdsong hangs in air banded by a young year’s light as we turn…
Turn and Turn again, by Roger Read
Summer moves on through to Autumn. Long gone the Spring bloom and the blossom.Bees buzzing, doves cooing and chicks squabbling.Long gone the ducklings dabbling. Gathering of the Harvest is complete. Bales of straw gathered for the Winter, stored all neat.Bedding, feed and animal heat.Days grow shorter and wetter.Nights grow longer and colder.Green and yellow leaves…
Coconuts and Sheep, by Roger Read
Amongst coconut palms and fallen husks.Chomping on the grass and nibbling the odd shoot.There appears to be a sheep.Here in the tropics ?Not what you would expect to see or hear.A bleat or baa!It’s true. My eyes do not deceive me.I continue to stare at a Hair.So is it a Barbados, St Croix or Katahdin…
The Importance of Eating Properly, by Antony Mair
The book group come tonight, including Graham.I’m giving them a vegetable tagineand then fruit salad – some healthy foodto counter his usual diet of steak and chips. In Waitrose I fill the trolley with fresh produce:spinach, onions, and sweet potatoes. Then melon,pomegranates, grapes and oranges.Fresh ginger, garlic, cinnamon. Fara’s on the till, her lovely faceframed…
What the Blackbirds Told Me, by Jackie Hutchinson
The blackbirds have come back to do their thingto throw their sudden weight and wingThe blackbirds have come back to tell their talesin territorial notes and scalesto wheel and spinand squabble near the garden binsand sing and sing, they’ve come to singand fling themselves at not very much o’clock. Their songs rise twice in the…
Blue to the Edge, by Brian Docherty
To be free, we left our old lives behind,but we never reached the end of our road,even when we reached our shining sea. So many things we never found time for,never got to see the Taj Mahal, or Kyoto,or experience the perfect peace of Iona. Now I have nothing left to lose, but walk on:someone…
Spring Up the Downs, by Roger Read. March 2021
A crusty green and whiteHoar, grass and hair frostSoon to be lost.As Spring’s warmth slowly thaws Winter’s blight.The dawn sun turns the water silver.Then orange and bright. Longer days and less night.From beneath the earth bulbs.Seeds start to push and fight.To work their way to sun and light.To appear yellow, blue, red and white. Floating…
For the Grace of God; go I? by David Allen
Why do I behave the way I do? I wondered as I read and article in i newspaper last Saturday. A feeling of rolling through life like a pin ball in a pin ball machine – jostling in all directions: Being on the outside Looking in everywhere I go A piece belonging to a different…
No Gridlines, by David Allen
Only Child and / or Borderline autism; Looking for reference points; Floating in space otherwise Everything means – Different things to Different people; Like colours do – Under various Sources of light. David Allen 20/01/2021
There’s a Freedom Here, by Roger Read
A Freedom of Activity A Freedom of Belonging A Freedom of Community A Freedom of Discussion A Freedom of Expression. A Freedom of Family A Freedom of Generosity A Freedom of Haggling A Freedom of Individuals A Freedom of Justice. A Freedom of Kindness A Freedom of Love A Freedom of Mixing A Freedom of…
Insight, by Jayne Marshall
To teach and be taughtWhere teacher becomes the pupilAnd the pupil becomes the teacherWe learn the power of wordsThat ring of true knowledge
God is a DJ, by Susan Evans
Bustling along St James’ Street, on a mission: “I want something’s flesh!” to quote Withnail. I must listen to my body, it wants juicy rib eye! Lived in Brighton a long time, yet I still haven’t managed to fully subscribe to the Lentil Brigade. Striking, young man, his hair in braid, thrusts his postcard towards…
Goodbye Mr C – Coronavirus, by Fliss Pople
Just go away that’s what I say cause you’re not wanted here you can struggle and fight but it’s not right why don’t you go away! so I’ll do as I’m told then I’ll grow old cause you’re not gonna get me!!
