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Category Archives: Christian writing
“Exciting to see but soon after comes sadness the cormorant boats.” Basho 2016 is over by a whole month. I didn’t make resolutions. I’m making a New Year’s Clarification. I was walking through a park, early one morning about … Continue reading
I’m following-up on my blog of 1st September – Adventuring – with an artistic adventure I’ve been having. I’m calling it Found Unbound. Found Unbound is about an artist’s book. Found halted in the process of being unbound, or found … Continue reading
The Artist who Drew with the Sun is the heading over an article in Resurgence & Ecologist magazine. The artist is Roger Ackling, who died in 2014. Excerpted: “One does not have to know how to bring meaning to one’s life: searching is to bring … Continue reading
I’ve written in recent blogs about the metaphors relating to the square – that have impinged on me while I’ve been tending to the blocks of squares in which I’m growing veggies at my allotment. Following on from my previous post, … Continue reading
I dug up these four ceramic fragments at the allotment this year, each at different times. They’re bits of a tile. I suspect 1960s – burnt orange was in fashion in the 60s. And psychedelic designs. I wonder what I will do … Continue reading
I switched off the phone to avoid the wife’s, “HowyouhavethenervetoabandonyourfamilyatChristmastimealmostIdon’tknowbutyou’dbetternotcomebackstinkingofwhiskyandwomenasusualandmaybeyoushouldnotbothercomingbackatallthistime,”and my brat-pack teenage duo’s non-stop harping for expensive gadgets or the money to buy them and probably enough spliff to kill a small herd of highland cattle.
I found this little picture recently, tucked away in an old portfolio. It’s an unfinished collage I’d begun to make – using magazine clippings. I’d started to add some elements with pencil, too. Took me back. It was Paris, 1988. … Continue reading
Voila, my inch of creativity today. It’s from ‘Leaves: Three Short Tales’, a compilation of three stories I’m editing for publication, hopefully, on Kindle. This is an excerpt from the first of the three tales, The Second Coming of Judas Iscariot.
“What were the leaves like?” Again, he’d no idea where his question had come from. Continue reading
A few pages shuffled
my hands uncertain
tentative as always.
One’s full of tears
as I am tears, and bad repairs
that won’t last, of remains
of lives that didn’t. But their stories
are beautiful, aren’t they? Continue reading
What can I do but follow? I’m an old dog now and they’re my home. Wherever they go, I go with them.
It’s been like this, since … Ceaselessly wandering, my humans. They have no choice, but that’s long forgotten, except for cellular memories, urging.
They call it many things, the restlessness. Career move. Downsizing. Looking for a better life. Continue reading