Words

Words for me are more than a vehicle of communication. Words make you an explorer of emotion, a trawler of knowledge, a joker, a sage, a complete work.

Words have power beyond marks on a page.
“That look spoke volumes.”
“A picture speaks a thousand words.”


But words are things, and a small drop of ink,

Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces

That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.”

– George Gordon, Lord Byron
Poetry

Over the decades I have written verse when it was impossible to express my emotions. For me it is a completely therapeutic mode.

Prose

I enjoy creative writing, and non-fiction. I have kept journals over the years, and tried my hand at short stories.

Language

Playing with language can be a great pastime; exploring sounds and meanings, and teasing out what’s behind the commonplace.

Three Ages of Woman

Gustav Klimt was an amazing artist. Controversial perhaps, but for colour, texture, and pattern his work is magisterial. There is an extravagance and playfulness about his work that is unique. His work “The Three Ages of Woman” inspired me to write a poem on the theme. Do you have a particular artist who inspires you?…

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Arrival of Autumn

I love Autumn. It is the quiet calm after the ebullience of Summer. The early mists have their own serene beauty; fiery colours nestle amidst earthy ochres and paling greens; tourist traffic noise gives way to the softer sounds of nature, of bleating sheep and birdsong. What is your favourite season? What sights and sounds…

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Soundtrack of the 60s

Born in 1950 I turned 13 in late Summer 1963, and the Sounds of the Sixties were the soundtrack of my teens. Musically it truly was a great time to be young. And we were ‘young’. Make-up was deemed unsuitable for school and clothes for the masses were generally unremarkable. Television was not in every…

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Time Machine: a short story

Through those last months with Matt I believed I would never again hear Westminster chimes with pleasure, reassuring sounds of my childhood seemed sullied forever. I had thought the Personal Organizer he brought home last Spring was just another electronic toy that would soon bore him. But as our garden burned with Summer blooms, it…

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