Pics and Poems
The moon petals the sea. Rose petals the sea. Stone sea. Stone petals. Rose petals of stone. Stone rising before me. Sea moves. How moves...
extract from the poem Koi by John Burnside All afternoon we've wandered from the pool to alpine beds and roses ...
Hello everyone who follows David King (My Father). On behalf of the family this post is to let you know that Dad sadly passed away, peacefu...
Party Time : amuse - or lose - your friends this XMAS
It all depends, you see, how you go about it. And that I cannot tell you, for that will be dictated by you and by you knowing your friends...
Why can only the living mourn?
What makes us suppose that only the living grieve? Now all but lost in this new and familiar world of tall, leaning-together buildings...
Saturday, 4 December 2010
(lifted - almost verbatim - from a reader's letter in
smokers get the nudge
tobacco companies the wink -
A paper fit for use in ablutions
5 December 2010 at 20:21
5 December 2010 at 22:30
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