If At First…

Walt Whitman, three-quarter length portrait, seated, facing right, wearing hat, circa 1887 Published in The United States Review in September 1855, an appreciation of the poet Walt Whitman’s collection Leaves of Grass opened by exclaiming: ‘An American bard at last! … his voice bringing hope and prophecy to the generous races of young and old.’ Unusually, the author of... Continue Reading →

The Rest Of My Loaf

This is another false Monday. It's the day after a Bank Holiday. A Holiday. The Whit week. A Holy day. And I'm getting ready to go to work. All cannot be good in the Kingdom of the above. So, I turn this morning to the sermon on the mount. This little known sermon was given... Continue Reading →

The Power Of Knowing

Way back in the day when the gatekeepers kept the gates closed to so many of us, allowing only a privileged few through the hallowed portals, knowledge was certainly power. Exams started with the Eleven-Plus and funnelled the sections of the school population into three distinct areas: Grammar; Technical; and Secondary Modern educational models. From... Continue Reading →

I Yam, Yam, Yam…

Now, what was it that I was thinking about when I first took to the laptop again? I was thinking about not thinking and the waste of time that would be if I didn’t get my shit together and start thinking again. The problem with the UK is that it does present problems to think... Continue Reading →

Blessed Are The Cheesemakers.

Or Dairy Producers In General. I have been saying my prayers religiously and indifferently for fifty out of my fifty five years. It has become a sort of mantra with the words and sentiments having suffused into each other a long time ago. The Lord’s Prayer features prominently as do prayers for the persecuted and... Continue Reading →

Dead Again. Extract

From The Piper Book 3 Night had fallen by the time anything moved in the hearse. The hand of freezing darkness fell upon the boy as he blinked himself back to waking. The first thing that he felt was the immense pain exploding along the landscape of his head. His blood that had now frozen.... Continue Reading →

Bacchus Again…

Wine; too much of that was tasted last night. This morning greets me with a stone head that reverberates with the shifting of tectonic plates. The weekend is upon us. My wife is wearing panda eyes as she sleeps. Again there is nothing kinky or animalistic about this, her panda eyes are a mask that... Continue Reading →

7.03 am and counting…

So, here I am. I have limited time to my tea to drink and pick up my car sharer. I have no Barry Manilow collection so I'm stuck for in-car-entertainment. Perhaps I should just resign myself to another story of The Hundred. Sounds all Greek doesn't it? It's a walk that he does every year,... Continue Reading →

Dreams and the Past

A recurring theme is that the cat wakes up, gives herself a quick once-over, jumps off the bed, walks around it, humming to herself, and then finally plucks up the courage to ask to be let out. We take it in turns to do her bidding. So this morning, after our little ritual, I found... Continue Reading →

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