he is much more refined than my husband who spends his days and nights with his men, inspiring them with gritty words while the rain drips liquid applause all around, sound of leaves falling

some hope and some advice

malvern hills, summer evenings spent lost and sometimes found

she's indecisive but aren't we all?

We were warned but we didn't listen. We continued on the same road without turning off. We ignored the signs leading onto slip-roads. We eased off the pedals

"civilise the mind but make savage the body."

The Worker's Lament (Part two). Apologies to John Keats.

The Worker's Lament (Part one). Apologies to Phillip Larkin.