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I met him for the first time in the early summer of 1963. I was walking, guitar case in hand, to my appointed busking position. I was in no great hurry. Respectable…
Blog 106: CITY OF LIGHT 1 Like
Easter is a period packed with custom and ritual. How could it not be so? It is, after all, another one of those marvellous pagan revels, snitched from the 'Old Religions' and put to…
Blog 105: PAGANS SMILE FROM THE SHADOWS 1 Like
There was a time when I travelled the valleys of South Wales quite extensively. I have clear, sometimes dramatic, memories of battling both the roads and the elements. I remember Rhymney,…
Blog 104: COALFACE POET 1 Like
I wrote ‘Memories Clear – Images of Holmfirth’ as a result of researching ‘Questions In Time’ a journal article for the magazine ‘Open Writing’. The focus of the article being…
Blog 103: MEMORIES CLEAR – IMAGES OF HOLMFIRTH 1 Like Sky gaze of the Cinema’s shoal Sky gaze of the Cinema’s shoal Whale clouds are sea deep in the light that is leaving, Silence passing, they breach the blind ordinary street, Rise above the wires and watch fading petticoat girls Re… Discussion Sky gaze of the Cinema’s shoal 4 Likes
Somewhere in the inspirational past an erudite lecturer of economics introduced me and my fellow inebriates to the maxim ‘there are lies, damned lies and statistics’, it has…
Blog 102: NEWPORT FIFTY YEARS ON 2 Likes
With the coming of every election, confusion reigns supreme at poling booths all over the country. Each party's dedicated faithful hand out a form of instant litter known as 'how to vote…
Blog 101: VOTE FOR US RAP 1 LikeWith regret I'm announcing that SydneyPoetry.com won't be running the Sydney Poetry Prize this year.
The inaugural prize was…
Blog Sydney Poetry Prize cancelled 1 LikeThere is a place, behind the eyes
where calm and quiet waits,
far from cities and suburbs of noise.
I go there, glad to be away from
visual and verbal…
Blog A Quiet Place 1 Like Peace and Productivity The dog dribbles her yellow bouncing ball near the fridge full of plastic packaging Destined for the digestive tracts of marine life, Her naked brain plays like a child Innocent and void of narcissis… Discussion Peace and Productivity 1 LikeHalf moon clinging to
early morning light,
translucent and fragile against
blue sky.
A silent watcher from above,
watching over man
and beast.
His…
Blog October Moon 2 LikesA smashed up table and chairs lie piled
up against the wall in the gallery . . .
a sign reads 'Disappointment Number Seven'
In the same room, a…
Blog Art (Must be a sign of the times) 3 Likes© 2024 Created by Adrian Wiggins. Powered by