Category: Artful

Musings on arts of all ages, and at times creating art with words – literature – myself.

Expressions of Truth

An account of events in September I had hardly taken the book out the bag when I realised from signals given that my battle was lost in an instant; my spoken word forced into a category in their head which …

The wedding that never was

Even the most graceful beast senses it,not always aware yet never part…of Fear presses them into cornersand like the hopeless they give in,not allow anyone near, helpthem. Apprehended, but don’t they see, bothis an illusion, a weddingin a fairytale set …

Inviting, The Self

Scary fact of the week: we spend one third of our life at work.Now that’s certainly one reason why we should make our work environment as inviting as possible, and I am not talking about the trend of open plan …

The Rise [& Fall] of the Escribitionist

A clear hooray on the subtle, new look of my site, and despite that I could go on cheering myself on in the mirror – for what words are reflection – my mind had pondered a more unobtrusive, ethical problem …

The Horse of Apollo

Heavily, gulls sail across the sky,rise above firs, poplars and sapling oaks; watch themoverhang against a framework, prototypical- unspeakable. The radioechoes increasing costs for local florists or why storms withfemale names kill more people. Wretchedallure of feminism. Then…a word on …

The dark side

Keiner konnte sie hörenWie Fische im tiefen Ozean versankenSie die Stimmen im Sturm veritas vincit, in truth This is when they dreamed they existed they happened and factually disappeared. —————————————————— I found timeor should I say sway for the cheap …

Abandonment in an instance

‘Why do you still bother listening to the rats in the attic, my dear? They do nothing else than chew on cardboard or old shoes’, but what she really wanted to know, what a life this may be, munching on …

Exploring finches

First… A Happy Darwin Day to everyone! As Google teaches us this Tuesday morning, it isn’t just about this humble scientist’s achievements in life – though those of you who previously visited Darwin House on a spring afternoon get a …

The remarkable Essence

Spoken of a new day, a Sunday whether there is light or dark, falling into a world well beyond our day-to-day love for routine.After ten, people don’t go to church anymore, instead they gather in small groups of four or …

Fairy tales live in me,fables coming from my memory There’s water coming out the corner… One cannot help but feel a resentful longing for the summer days and cold winter mornings by the Deal seaside, masts swaying in the wind, …