Autobiography

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Silver Path on the Green, Green Grass

… sunlight catching fine wispy cobweb carpet, glistening, shaking, shimmering in the breeze.
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All the Legends

You know when you're growing old - when all your hero's are gone - all except Mick Jagger - though he wasn't one of mine. (Image, courtesy of Wikimedia)

The Wanderer Returns

My brain was addled. Bonkers Breakfast TV was usually preceded by an hour or two of serious programming where one able person demonstrates that four...
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Holocaust Day Remembrance

Tunbridge Wells Holocaust Remembrance Day. The day was cold before dawn, and I got up shivering for a cup of tea. I have been sleeping rather better...
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Out-Out

We were tougher back then in my earlier days of life: One day was blitzy with snow hard to see through icy-up windows- heard the whooshes &...
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memiors past and present

Years ago…. Years ago, when the world was young, I was educated at a London college and at Isabelle’s the dressmaker place, learning the trade of a...

Christmas Present (or Nearly)

Nostalgia is probably the way a healthy mind rewrites the often difficult past with a positive tilt. The prism of affection allows us to excuse...

Stories of East Sussex - PART 2

Tales of East Sussex part 2. Surprisingly unlike areas in Kent, magic isn’t often used in East Sussex, it’s commonly found to be evil, and the locals...

The Novice

This was the first poem that came to me, twenty seven years ago, while I was living in a Benedictine community. It is partly autobiographical (Romeo was an actual rooster), though set in a much earlier time - before Henry VIII did his worst.
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