I chase fiery tigers’ tails. Sometimes they burn my fingers. I cool my fingers in turquoise waters While the tranquil waters of the lake Play
First of all, I want to say a big thanks to all the bloggers that have passed by, written a comment, or ‘liked’ an article.
They say that smoking is no longer cool. A guaranteed way to usher you along life’s path to an early grave, but in London you
Baby.Cute.Older.Ugly. LaterDead. ThenBeginningOnceAgain. Birth.Death.AncientNewBorn.RoundandRound.InandOut. EndlesslySpinning.NeverBeginning.OutOfTheSoupyOneness. AllThoseThoughtsInYerHedAreJustDistractionsFromTheMiraculous. Bird.Pebble.River.Stone.Flower.Beer.Friends.Home.Laughter.Pain.
I often wonder whether I have sold my literary soul for the temporary glitz and schmaltz of Amazon Kindle. The established authors would cry foul
I was answering calls for the National Lottery. There was eight of us squared around a table answering calls from ‘the public’ about how they