Monthly Archives: August 2012

growing up or growing old?

It is a truth universally acknowledged (sorry Jane, but it’s too good a line to ignore) that a lot of people don’t grow up – they just grow old. Speaking as a man who is busily growing old (just a … Continue reading

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…getting bluer

…getting bluer standing still alone some empty place singing low surrounds the cords to then still linger, lightly, snagging on my jumper as I turn to see fractured pretty silly pictures drawings and dreamings and such chronologically dim things that … Continue reading

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the fractured style

turns out most of what I write these days is structured – I have turned into someone who likes metre and form! …who knew? But as I have hinted before, my first love in writing was fragmented free verse; I … Continue reading

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warning sign

warning sign occasionally I still want the badge to wear to see what others see (and smile) and I wonder why this childish profusion of chaotic uncertainty intrinsic identity found outside the splintered self and selfish soul shouts “more” and … Continue reading

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my muse, and why rhyme is not necessarily evil…

I know people who write wonderful poetry (and teach kids about it) that hate rhyme, and I understand that. When I started discovering poetry it was free verse that excited me – no rules, no obligations, just a blank sheet … Continue reading

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crazy little thing called work…

In the grand scheme of things, I reckon I find holidays generally easier than work. Now, holidays can be tricky – travelling, weather, paying for stuff (always a challenge) – but, well, I get to wake up later on holidays. … Continue reading

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why there will be no adverts on this blog…

…and that feature just cost me real actual money to enable! Lookee – principles in action! there will be no adverts in heaven though there may well be adverts in hell I imagine the Lord would have issues with Ford … Continue reading

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the Jua Kali Word Factory is open…

Why write anyway? Words are fun, I reckon. Words can be playful, amusing, frightening, inspiring (maybe), annoying (certainly) and in the wrong hands they can do a lot of damage. But to me, words are fun. Not as fun, say, … Continue reading

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