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A Christmas visitor.

“What can you do for me?,” said Queen Cersei, as she sat in the hairdresser’s chair, considering her barnet. “I can’t do anything about that,” said...

[This short poem was written, at request, for the Thanksgiving Service for a dear very elderly man who had had a working life as a skilful and dedicated mining engineer, though when asked of his occupation he would simply say ‘A miner’. I remembered Ewan’s writing on a colliery disaster in the 19th century, and thought it good to remember those who worked hard to improve and keep safety in industry.] Deep shafts, black gold, dark collier shifts …

Hello can someone out there please tell me something Can you please tell me, if you can How many times do we miss what we see And to how many things...

The dead won’t eat you. Okay, they might, but not if you know what you’re doing. I shuffle and stumble along in the way I have been trained to do. I...

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Götterdämmerung - 79 His breath has rapidly slowed. Two weeks ago I first visited. He has lain here pretty much ever since. Or sat in the chair next...

When I reached the grave, I saw the crocuses poking up through the grass. Their oval flowers and sharp, thin leaves were pushing apart the almost...

The rain which had been coming down in a steady light drizzle developed all of a sudden into a downpour. Umbrellas mushroomed over the heads of the bereaved gathered at the graveside.