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Writing, Poetry, Life lessons. Things You May Not Know. In late December Two Thousand and Eleven, on the cusp of a New Year.

I sit listening to Train, Beyonce, Bastille etc. And I keep thinking up heights of perceived greatness. To touch shields and dent swords through eyes. Yearning for battle and power and the drive to conquer. End up the victor, strike hard and fast,. Cause we tough, rough and tough, hard. Too politically correct to be defined. Politicians grin and cross fingers behind backs,.

He leads me beside a moorland stream. Refreshment, ripples and reflections as we quench our thirst at a moorland stream. 8220;We often write about love? Yet what is this love we talk about so effortlessly? As God loves us, so let us love each other; with no demands, just open hands and space to grow. How does this fit in with the Secret Santa Blog day? As to wh.

Poems, prayers, thoughts and things to laugh about. Just the Two of Us. Posted by postboxpoetry in holiday. The front door slammed; the tyres squealed. Off we drove, smiles unconcealed. Been a long time coming, this short vacation,. This downing of tools, this gratification. The traffic was heavy; we crawled along,. Heading out country, away from the throng,. The radio blaring some frivolous tunes,. Singing along in the Friday night fumes. Out past the suburbs, down the slow road,.

A Residency at Acton Scott Historic Working Farm 2014. My collaboration with photographer Andrew Fusek Peters began by chance during the residency, but.

I want to give a quick thank you to all of those that have subscribed to my wordpress blog, but I will be changing platforms. I finished designing my website and will be working from there. I am really excited for what the future holds and I hope that you will all join me on this new journey.