An early walk to the weir
An early walk to the weir young gulls, learning loving, cold, water rushing, falling casual crows, black, white-necked, doves pecking,…
Writer and Artist
An early walk to the weir young gulls, learning loving, cold, water rushing, falling casual crows, black, white-necked, doves pecking,…
Here is a poem written after the event Twin Towers I was wounded first – the blow caught me in…
if I don’t paint I can’t write, in fact if I don’t paint I lose the plot . . .…
Just found this in an old word doc from February 2000 Morning
I don’t really know how it got to this but in eleven days time on April 3rd I am doing…
(Interjection on Wednesday November 18th 2015 – as I’m typing this into a Word document ready to be copied into…
What are the secrets you’ve discovered today? Did you find out where the wizards play? Are they as wise as…