Thoughts
Well I’m sorry to say that I have been prompted to write this post following yet another visit to put rubbish in the bin. (see Plastic Pots, Potato Peelings and Pearls posted on the fifth of September) The Prime Minister has spoken recently about tackling the threat posed by that traditional symbol of the British seaside, the friendly neighbourhood seagull. His remarks follow murderous attacks...
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Poems / Thoughts
I headed downstairs today with a bin bag of rubbish. There are eight large,blue bins outside the apartment block for residents to use. As I opened the lid to throw the bag in I nearly jumped out of my less-than-pale skin at the sight that greeted me. There, looking dazed, confused and on the brink of terror was a dishevelled man in his late twenties. He had...
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Drawings / Thoughts
I don’t want to be accused of being homophonic but: Sole mates. Two people who don’t have many friends? Sole Mates- One lone condom getting ribbed? Soul mates- Janis Joplin and James Brown talking about Otis and Aretha? Seoul mates- a film or two South Koreans discussing the threat from the North? Sole mates- two fishy friends going out for a beer? Sole mates- two...
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Poems / Thoughts
There is an old Chinese proverb stating that broken glass reflects more light. It is true that shattered glass produces some incredible, bright, sometimes bedazzling reflections and colours. If this is true is it possible that this image can be extended to us, as humans? What if life has not only bruised and abused us but completely shattered us beyond recognition so that we feel...
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Thoughts
Max went to meet his maker last week, his suffering finally over. He bounded into heaven, wagging his tail playfully and didn’t fall over or bump into the pearly gates because his cataracts have now fallen away. Once blind as a bat, Max now sees like a hawk. As he rolls over the angels tickle his belly and he runs around the gardens, barking excitedly and...
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