After Emily Dickinson – The Bible’s just a book – Right?

“They will go, like sheep to the slaughter” – keeps ringing in my ears, ” It will come like a thief in the night” – seems poignant and clear, ” For the former things have passed away” – definite, and true, “Many will be deceived” – passionate, yet confirming fear, And then, “Neither will there

My diabetes avoidance blog- continued – Did I tell you I was thirsty?

I was thirsty. I’ve noticed that I’m not as thirsty as I was when cycling 20 k a day. This may seem obvious, but I was drinking as I cycled. Maybe I lose more water than average people. I do sweat a great deal when exercising. Not everybody does. I know, I know, “horses sweat,

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My distance – free verse

My distance is not real or true For my heart loves only you I am here because I cannot do, the only thing I want to do you see that sometimes to save a life and seven it is necessary to allow a little distance so that life begins anew For what is death, but

Past the fields

Originally posted on L.K.Middlebrook:
The first time I saw him I was tapping my thumb on the steering wheel, thinking of nothing but getting home. The windows were down and the distinctive warmth of evening time wafted through my hair as I drove through the village. I noticed a man standing close to…

The World, Capsized

Originally posted on L.K.Middlebrook:
Black fly on the window, Sheltering for a while. Is he looking at us,  Hunched over our screens,  And thinking it’s a pity, We don’t live our lives like he? – Black fly on the walls, Resting for a moment. We scorn it,  His short and small life means…

Writers eat chocolate and biscuits to write – My Diabetes avoidance blog- May 2019.

The call from the prevention people hasn’t come. They haven’t emailed me either. I’m quite pleased with myself for cutting out chocolate with 50% sugar in it, and not eating a single ice-cream all month. Usually, in a break between a long bought of concentrated writing, I dash off to buy a packet of biscuits,

Pretty/Ugly? – A Poem inspired by experience & Ugliness, a book by Gretchen Henderson

I wear a hat to hide my face, My looks I hide with so much grace, You see only beauty; But I look out – WISHING from within – Without uttering a single word; That something beyond beauty Would be heard.

A Poem – IS a QUESTION MARK more powerful than an exclamation mark and other problems intellectually explored by Disney cartoons or, because Britain is not the centre of the universe?

I have seen Sikhs strapped to canons and you tell me they are fakes Why are you so afraid of the unpalatable truth? I want you to take responsibility for all that you do in the name of good. Am I responsible if my friend murders you because of something I said? Am I culpable?

My diabetes avoidance blog – interconnected poetry – the wasp and bee

I sat and waited for a bee for what seemed like an eternity– I was reminded of when my in-law father came around, delighted as the wasps did drown in the beer that he put down And wondered at his strong delight; what made him thus? Was it some plight? From the war time days