Commuting
“Someone to love, somewhere to live, somewhere to work and something to hope for.” ― Norman Kirk, “The town that’s used to being disappointed”. A dark …
“Someone to love, somewhere to live, somewhere to work and something to hope for.” ― Norman Kirk, “The town that’s used to being disappointed”. A dark …
I walk past this elm tree most days on the way to and from work. I’ve feel a bit a of a relationship with it …
“When a child first catches adults out — when it first walks into his grave little head that adults do not always have divine intelligence, …
There are very few things that give me more deep pleasure than doing what I’ve been told can’t be done. I’m sure that you too …
I’m growing plans that I hope will lead to an exhibition next year. The trick is to clip off the twigs and branches that lead …
I love daffodils – it’s such a crazy name for starters, but beyond that I love they way they are, for the most part, unassuming …
O, money tree, you who live by our front door, in the company of Ozi our elephant, now is the time. Our car needs a …
lying down with quilts over the head such a cold night — Basho As if to celebrate the long weekend (more, more) the roof was …
Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch …
I like the punga – the tree fern – that lives on the no-man’s land between us and our neighbour. It could be growing on …
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