Autobiography
More Top Tips for Turbulent Times by Timothy Tomkinson
The Remarkable History and Arcane Uses Of Apricot Jam There are some glues that are fit for purpose, but many household adhesives are only good for...
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Changing spine
Family issues sometimes can inspire the weirdest images.
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Must Make a Note
A memory's lapse
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Teashop Times Tragedy
It's not all good fun at the teashop. Sometimes the grim realities of life are clear to see. It started promisingly enough, with my finger being cut...
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Inspiration
Why do I now prefer writing in my bedroom when I have a perfectly good study - a space cleared for thought? I feel inspired to dream while I’m awake...
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ReUnion
stepping softly you trod the path to my front door never rang the bell played favourite songs over and over until senses on overload surrounded by...
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Koffee Korner Kafé
Rows of Midleton houses seem to sail in the crisp, Irish air with branches of hundred- year-old trees, bared for winter cold, age- weighted,...
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In My African Childhood...
In My African childhood We lived next door to a ‘church’, could hear their fervent chest-beating, shouting at all times of the day and night. So...
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Hidden Capacity
Yesterday, we met. For the first time, we actually spoke to each other. How long have we been together? And yet, yesterday was the first time we...
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Punctured day
I wrote this poem a couple of weeks ago during one of my blah days. Today I thought I'd share it: it is another blah day. Also, another day when the fact that my hair is clean and going swish is one of my few joys.
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