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This is a retread of an older poem; and I felt I had to finish it to stop me sinking further into despair.The worst of it is that we have close friends in the U.S. who are telling us that they no longer recognise their own country. And no guessing who the hurdy-gurdy man is. (Image courtesy of Wolfgang Eckert from Pixabay)

Reunion With Self I often wander off at obscure tangents when writing, which wasn’t helpful during my exam days! The temptation to be obscure and...

Best Laid Plans (for Valentine’s Day) Jennifer Pickup, 11.02.2025 Is it time yet to take down all your pictures from the wall? Am I ready to admit...

Once, years ago, the sprawling Bethlehem Steel complex ran for miles along the Lake Erie shore in Lackawanna, just south of Buffalo, N.Y. Belching...

Don’t bore me with predictability, Alice. I’d hate to end this prematurely. But, darling, give me some sport. I need a challenge—otherwise, I see no...

Some reunions should never happen....

Chapter 14 Alice tried to convince herself that she was overworked, that the book’s stories were an elaborate coincidence, and that candyfloss grew...

the forecast was rain

Brodie said, ‘Well, I’ll be off.’ His American accent no longer bugged Steelie. He warmed to it as he warmed to the troubled man. ‘I’ll no keep yae...