Pics and Poems

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...

What makes us suppose that only the living grieve? Now all but lost in this new and familiar world of tall, leaning-together buildings...

(Not to read too much into this.) How do I prepare for death? I asked a wise man long ago. You don't, my son, the wise man said: ...

There was a witch once lived in a tree, as witchy as any old witch could be -- not that you'd know, for she dressed quite so, somet...

Down in the left hand corner of the world, beyond the rows of buttersplatch and gongoliferous trees, beyond the stirring spoonpools whe...

( see here ) One thing that you should know about this portrait, deemed by many, the world's most perfect yet: the sitter and the a...

My body had died and only my head and two hands were alive. So what can a head and two hands do when that is all there is of you? The ...

Mum! They're changing me treatment, me hot flushes have gone! With side-effects missing, it all feels quite wrong. Mum! There...

We took the kids to the beach for a week. My brother, having lost his wife, came too. We thought the kids might have a role to play, and...

than I was when I was far more visible than I am now. Furthermore, numerous kind -- and tactful -- fellow bloggers have given me opportunit...

Spirit Bear from Wiki Commons This is the bear not forced to dance, for this is the bear that was born to dance, this is the bear that...

In a week or so children in the playground will flee before him like chicks before some predatory bird -- or stutter to a stop transf...

Against the fence are dolls arrayed: rag or china, wood or bone, never a doll stands there alone, and in their hands are signs displaye...

Do you remember how it was? It was not always hearts and flowers and sunshine through the trees. The clichés sometimes passed us by, bu...

Where To? With our new technologies, awareness of the pitfalls of attempts to re-tune nature, new understandings of the ways that nat...

Too far-fetched by half, it seemed, to those whose births had been less public, that you could bolt a man together. But so he'd be...

You are lost in a wood. It is a real wood, a wood you thought you knew -- that was until a moment back when all the trees changed place...

The trees are pulling up their roots, not waiting for the end. They always did have cultures of their own, could calculate at dusk how m...

1 New boy on the block CostCutters shop has opened on the square and for our anniversary (Doreen's and mine) bedecked a corner ...

The neural net sifts ocean depths. Catching what? Old ideas, offspring of those old ideas, what is or was, rejects of the days befo...