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Freedom
What is it to be free? Freedom is walking barefoot as dawn lights up the sky, damp grass underfoot, wild birds flying unconstrained above. Freedom is speaking without fear of consequences, no glancing...
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Open Windows
Open windows, rain falling softly on the garden below. Often the scent of the ground, rich with earth wafts upwards like a fine tobacco but, tonight nothing. Why so scentless this evening? My arm...
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Heat
Oppressive heat. Barely a breath of wind. Smoke, something noxious, burning. A plane breaks the stillness. There is no restbite, the stifling heat continues.
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A Cup Of Tea
A cup of Earl Grey, no sugar, just milk. I lift and sip. Bits of china, fragile as a life disintegrate and fall away. Tiny pieces of broken existence nestle in my hand. A chip crater-like decorates the...
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Shower
There is nothing like an invigorating shower to wake one up in the morning. Mine is an electric one and it’s powerful spray soon has the sleep cleared from my eyes and yours truly raring to go!...
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Happy guide dog Trigger
Some photographs of my guide dog Trigger taken in the office at Christmas time. My Colleague Trigger relaxing on his bed in the office Trigger with a toy in his mouth facing away from the camera
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Stop Thief!
Today, as on every working day, I went into my office in central London with my trusty guide dog, Trigger. On opening my emails I was pleased to see, in among the various pieces of work requiring my...
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Sting In The Tail Free From 28 February Until 4 March
My collection of short stories, “Sting In The Tail” is free in the Amazon Kindle store from today (Saturday 28 February) until Wednesday 4 March. To download “Sting In The Tail” free please go to...
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And The Logical Place For A Jar Of Coffee is …
As an author, my mind sometimes wanders from the matter in hand and focuses on my writing. Yesterday I was making coffee. Not a difficult job as it merely entailed opening a jar of instant, spooning in...
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Ploughing
I shall plough my furrow watching others burrow. I shall sit with unclouded brow Observing my fellow man worry about when and how. I shall stand aloof While others concern themselves with the truth....
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From The Dark We Come And To The Dark We Shall Return
We come out of night. Oh brief delight. The song of the bird A loving word All are heard. Nature’s scent Our lives are spent In joy and pain. In the end ‘tis all the same. From the dark womb We come...
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Wishes
You may desire a thing And whistle in the wind. But wishes fail to fly And oft times die With a doleful sigh. Such is the lot Of you and I.
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Leaves Blown At Night
Leaves blown at night. Delight Sorrow. This moment we borrow And think of a tomorrow That may never come. We run Perchance have fun Then, ‘Tis done. — Walking my dog at around 4:30 on a blustery...
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Ere We Die
On seeing the stormy sky The poet thinks “man must die”. He sees the young girl bloom And says “she is destined for the tomb”. Oh let us gather wild flowers And not waste our powers Trapped in ivory...
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I Am?
I am overly introspective. Can you turn Detective And discern The thoughts that churn Around my mind? You may find A butterfly dancing in the sun light Or a bat that flies at night. Perchance a heart...
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Willow
Scent on a pillow fades. In woodland glades The willow Weeps As dusk creeps Over the land. The sand Where lover’s feet Trod Is printless now. Oh see how The grassy sod Forms a bed Where the dead Sleep...
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Life
Walking through the tube on my way home. Alone In this crowd. Would That I could Be a cloud Up above. Yet we are all clouds Blown hither and thither by crowds, Trying to keep our identity in the throng...
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Shadows
On such a day, when the winter sun Casts my shadow upon yonder wall, It is difficult to recall That all This will, one day be done. In future will some other one, sitting here, and seeing their shadow...
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