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Simeon had lived in Norwich since completing his PhD and for the last three years in this old house in Tombland. Norwich was a touchstone for him, to say it was his muse would have embarrassed him, but it suited and inspired him, anchored him to his ... 0 Comments -
Great Grandpa Butler was a farming man. Here he is in his working clothes with my Great Grandma. The little girl in the foreground is my Grandma.
When I was around seventeen I shunned the loons and starry T-shirts (yes, I’m of a certain age) for a m... -
One leaf falls, black mote upon the breath of time. In melancholy’s dark dance it drifts and shifts. I lift my eyes and trace the eddies through its sinuous descent. From below all colour’s charred upon the dull furnace of the cloud-racked sky; benea... -
Last year I was delighted to win the Non-Fiction category of the Indie Book of the Day (IBD) Flash Writing competition. It was very much a new departure for me, and a curiously demanding exercise in condensing down my thoughts and feelings.
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Rummage is a satisfying word. I like its nautical origins, its debt to the Old French arrumage and Middle Dutch ruim. I love the connotations of “the arranging of casks in the hold of a vessel” or “miscellaneous articles, lumber, rubbish etc.”, and n...
