Miscellaneous
Seventy Two Hours.
Yesterday I was chatting to the Welsh Man at the bottom of our road, the house next door to him was eventually sold recently. We have both seen his...
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I only have eyes for you
whiskies in a smoky bar took me back to ‘Five Spot’ nights of hard-liquor, Ornette Coleman, Eric Dolphy but this ain’t the sixties - and it ain't New...
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Kidz In Summertime
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Sounds of chaos, Conflicting with the nice summer selection of classics. There’s wrestling music, heavy or rap, Coming down the stairs and into the...
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Little
boy of energy mom glad she got him - pop ran out years ago now just her and the little one watches him play- first a basketball slams onto the...
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something beautiful
something beautiful god is a song half-heard in the street a yellow lamplight Friday evening perfect for a furtive skip-dip - a kicked-in door, a...
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twinned towers
This is, for me, a rare sally into contemporary matters; this is not 'misery tourism' I was a youth pastor by Grenfell (mid-seventies) and the...
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Agnes, my Chihuahua
On July 11, 2020 my Applehead Chihuahua dog passed away. Her name was Agnes. She was nine years old. I found her dead about 10:00 PM. I was about to...
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Britain 2020
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On the beach at Ingoldmells in Lincolnshire, where we went to a caravan, because foreign holidays are cancelled. From ‘Ibiza to the Norfolk Broads...
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A Runaway Writer
. A Runaway Writer By Paul McCann I’m becoming invisible , watch me disappear , I can drift off into a world of my own where there’s nothing to fear...
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Recycling. Upcycling. Part Three..
My name is Mrs Red Capped-Robin and my neighbour is called Mrs Jones. She’s a lovely Bird, small and not like me who like to have the latest fad, and...
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