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My stories

the good old days?

the good old days? let me make this very clear Chris and I are not voyeurs but we like watching vintage TV especially ‘Challenge’ and The Price is...

poetry can be fatal

I planned to read some stuff in Scunthorpe the venue is a good one and some of the women have caught the eye of this grey-head wannabe. I packed...

old time religion

old time religion my Nottingham church of the Pentecostal persuasion decreed a season of prayer and fasting for a miracle healing to the legs of one...

posh bird stalker

posh bird stalker Phoebe stood in the wings of every gig clapping, whooping, loved my shtick seemed she could not get enough of this cockney ‘bit of...

for whom this bell tolls

for whom this bell tolls I had gone to the pub for last orders, a nd to stock up on t oilet paper an old bloke picking over ashtrays looked in need...


8 of my comments have received 8 Great Feedback votes

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Thanks, Rhiannon,

Posted on Sun, 18 Oct 2020

in the half century since I was engulfed by the Eternal I have seen and experienced more inexplicable (in natural terms) 'coincidences' and healings than I can count and adequately describe - however none of these took place in any church...

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Cheers, London

Posted on Wed, 23 Sep 2020

It's loosely based on a sad delightful gentle guy who lived near me for a while - now and again he might explode - and who could blame him?


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Aye, David

Posted on Thu, 10 Sep 2020

'eat out to help out' - cafes and pubs crammed - roll on one month and a new surge in cases...


I stay indoors and keep my distance - who (apart from family) is worth dying for?



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Lovely work

Posted on Fri, 11 Sep 2020

enjoyed this poem - our sunflowers seemed to have bowed and toppled - then noticed a small one still hanging on in the game  :)



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Posted on Sat, 25 Jul 2020

I would not claim a Brautigan influence but both my novels end with the word 'mayonnaise' ...

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Thanks, Trevor

Posted on Mon, 13 Jul 2020

lovely work - took me back to days on the bank of the River Roding. Not much of a river but great days - it was always warm in summer.

Much enjoyed.



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Thanks, Drew

Posted on Tue, 14 Jul 2020

I am a fan of the Imagistes and their way of distilling an image succenctly - no frills or fuss. I look better when viewed through thick blindfoldage ...

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Hallo, Hilary

Posted on Sun, 05 Jul 2020

It's now some 48 years since I gave away all my possessions and stepped out to find 'god'  - and am still searching albeit I've had a life of quiet miracles, and sometimes hurt, since.

Curiously I am sketching a poem at the moment...

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