I'm a little late here, but I want to just talk about New Year’s Resolutions. We make ‘em, we break 'em – that’s true for me and I expect it’s true for a lot of other people as well. Every year we make ourselves all sorts of promises – to loose weight, get fitter, get... Continue Reading →
Poetry – A Teacher’s Lament at Christmas
This year it is our turn to do the Nativity, And everyone is slack, We have rehearsed for two weeks now, So I’m not going to take all the flack. Miss Twit, as I call her, is on the piano, Waving her arms like a bird, Her ‘arrangement’ of Holly and Ivy Is nothing less... Continue Reading →
Poetry – And then only the women remained
The men had faced the hooded clock and fallen first. Dusty or sudden, they went, and then only the women remained. They swept up the mess, as they had been taught, tied on plastic caps, and gathered in quiet hordes. Grey and rinsed and wrinkled, with button eyes full of world domination, they planned in... Continue Reading →
Poetry – Woodsmoke
It is on days like these, when the trees stand still and haggard, when the ground is brown fluttered I can think of no better place than this old Earth. The air bites and tingles, the grass thinned, as I stand in choking woodsmoke, inhaling the beauty. Wrapped tight and head bound, we wander through... Continue Reading →
Prose – Hildegard the Wielder
They called her Hildegard the Wielder. At first glance, it was not easy to understand why. She was but a young woman, small and slight, with tangled dark hair and dark, knowing eyes. There was nothing out of the ordinary about her. On second glance though, things became clearer. Strapped across her back, was a sword... Continue Reading →
A Nightmare to Remember
We've been away for a few days in the wilds of Dartmoor, an area thick with inspiring scenery and mythology. Our home away from home was an manor house turned hotel, complete with roaring fires, wood panelling, a cosy library - and possibly a ghost or two. I'm not sure if it was the hotel... Continue Reading →
Poetry – Upon a Bridge, I met a Troll
Upon a bridge I met a troll, his features weary, his countenance droll. His figure squashed into an ill fitting suit, his sharp claws poking from the front his boots. 'Do you mean me to eat me?' I inquired, for I’d never seen a troll thus attired. 'Yes sir,’ he said, 'that is my intention,... Continue Reading →
Poetry – The Worm at the Bottom of the Well
There's a worm at the bottom of the well, that curls in it’s unkind skin. The town around it whirls and ebbs, but it finds no peace within. There's a worm at the bottom of the well and I can hear it crying. It’s bursting claws and oozing scales, make living seem like dying. There’s... Continue Reading →
Poetry – Words like Knives
I use words like knives and slice up your heart, but you must know I love you. I disappear to dark days and leave you stranded here, but your must know I need you. I have bruises under my skin and you must not touch them, but you must know I feel you. I hide... Continue Reading →
Prose – Draomen
Her wings hurt. Fear had pushed her to fly further than she should have. It was exhaustion that finally made her land. Now she sat on a grey tooth rock, chilled by a wind off a wide, grey lake. There was no sign of civilisation. And that was good. Her wings itched. They were dry... Continue Reading →
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