Comfort
Who said anything about comfort? Those syllables do not rhyme with zinc slakes or ice-bright sky. The sea is grinding her spears. Up creeks and gullies, over groynes the black […]
Who said anything about comfort? Those syllables do not rhyme with zinc slakes or ice-bright sky. The sea is grinding her spears. Up creeks and gullies, over groynes the black […]
“Don’t waste yourself in rejection, nor bark against the bad, but chant the beauty of the good.” Ralph Waldo Emerson
An artist has to seek an audience or a constituency and I think they are to be found among the wounded. And I think the wounded in our society are […]
December starts, and with it Advent. It’s a season of anticipation and waiting, hibernation and reflection. Feminine Feminist is posting daily, and I’m joining her with snippets of prose, poetry, […]
Whatever Scotland decides today the referendum has thrown the union into an identity crisis. While what it means to be Scottish feels tangible, being British is an aerated insubstantial thing, […]
Last week, a funeral directors in Lytham, near Blackpool, on discovering that one of their (deceased) clients, Harold Percival, was a veteran of the Dambusters raid, but with no close […]
‘…when you turn 33 it’s apparently a reason to do something spectacular, remarkable or life-changing. You know – change career, fall pregnant, travel the world, jump out of a plane, […]
In response to the Daily Mail’s behaviour today, the British twitterati have been having some fun with what it means to hate Britain.* They’re quite entertaining, so I thought I’d […]
The past few weeks I’ve been suffering from what I believe is technically known as a glut. People with allotments have these – it’s an excess of fruit or vegetables […]
‘…whoever touches you touches the apple of his eye…’ Zechariah 2.8 The trees are positively groaning with fruit. Everywhere I go I keep spotting apple trees bearing such an abundance […]