Arts
The Curtal – ‘False Idol’
Working with data, akin to a science – I’m at odds with my natural leaning To the Arts. A relentless march for proof: to reveal; to rend the veil; a reliance on progress I find [more…]
Poetry
Literature
Miss Procter’s Verses
An old friend of mine, who would eyebrow me, till I’d assured her the dangerous word referred to the length of our acquaintance only, has been for some time working on translations of verses she’s [more…]
18th Century
Holding Hands – Part Three
The Road goes ever on and on Down from the door where it began. Now far ahead the Road has gone, And I must follow, if I can J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring. In [more…]
18th Century
Holding Hands – Part Two
In Part One, I explained that my husband and I travelled to Moelfre, not far from Oswestry, to see a sculptor by the name of Tony Meadows. During that visit, Tony had made an alginate [more…]
21st Century
Boris, how dare you?
Locking our people into subjugation, Ruining businesses throughout the nation, Stealing the future of a generation, Boris, how dare you? Carrie instructs him, he obeys with gladness, Plunging us into zero carbon madness, So we [more…]
Fiction
The Book of Ruin – Book Two, Ch. Three
And Gordon did issue an proclamation to the Ancients saying, Buy ye all an dwelling of thine own for we have no interest in building ye homes that ye might rent, it is only by [more…]
Fiction
The Book of Ruin – Book Two, Ch. Two
“They say cocaine’s for horses and not for men, they say it’ll kill you but they don’t say when.” From an Ancients’ lullaby. A child: “Tell us, Old One, of Bo-Jo the Ho-Ho” “Ah, Bo-Jo [more…]
Fiction
The Book of Ruin – Book Two, Ch. One
BOOK TWO, THE DOINGS OF A MADMAN Thin, ragged children skip and tumble, chanting: “Ring a ring a mortgages A pocketful a credit cards Re-Cession, De-Pression We all fall down.” Others, having shared a nest [more…]
Fiction
The Book of Ruin – Book One, Ch. Three
“And Gordon fell in with Kinnockio the Clown and Blair the Grinning Butcher and Imelda the Greedy Scouse Gob and was at once at home among them for they were all useless, idle, thieving cunts……” [more…]