Musings on arts of all ages, and at times creating art with words – literature – myself.
Delayby Elizabeth Jennings The radiance of the star that leans on meWas shining years ago. The light that nowGlitters up there my eyes may never see,And so the time lag teases me with how Love that loves now may not …
Admittingly my music folder reached 70 GB, about 30000 files, and sneaking through the Green Day folder…ah memories coming up…a sort of rebellion exactly what you need when you want to leave some rotten part of you behind…now or this …
The quiet Sundays are my favourites…there is no peace yet there is something in the drizzle that balances your sorrow on a marine blue thread. With a movie running in the background I put the last beads in my cross …
Oh the wind is coming from the West tonight. That means we get thunder storms in the early mornings. Lots of luck for my blocked nose…allergic to something unknown…lately the waters ran high but calm. After my separation from the …
Wow hail storms in Germany…and here the sea was so peaceful …the water all wrapped up in the tide…I found a thousand new images when carrying on with my daily walking routine. Full Moon tonight. Just read that there is …
The isle embraced autumn today storm and floods on the motorway on my way back to Canterbury my visions were calling me to sleep. I resisted and did not give myself a break even when I came back home (although …
I felt like some out-of-mind psycho…had a walk and got such a shock each time someone came around a corner…my mind was somewhere far away and I just found a song explaining things quite well Eels – Ugly love Sometimes …
Not ready yet to lose it all…so I bear with the ignorance…and ignore it too. Can you imagine that there are 439000 entries on youtube when you search for ”Wake up”…463000 for ”Found you”and 344000 for ”Forget you”. It rained …
This morning I were sure I woke up to heaven: breakfast was English tea, so fresh yummy fruit salad and fried mushrooms with bread (never had something like this before) and on top of it (so literally) I overlooked all …
The morning was a bad imitation of a David Lynch movie…still raining…my umbrella broke and shops only sell umbrellas when it’s raining.Am I too literal in poetry? Hmmm obviously yes, it all has to be straight (and true).