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"What do you mean, it's wrong? In ethics we learned that the truth is always subjective!" There can be no doubt that the teaching of correct wri...
In the South of France. Second time around, the love gets stronger! Thousands of miles away, her mind is able to switch off from reality. Her hear...
  Struggling to break free from a toxic work life,  I've forgotten what a quiet moment sounds like and feels like. Staring at the window and watchi...
The crescent of a new moon is slowly emerging through the darkening sky.  A pale silver at first, now with a bright, almost golden glow.  A waxing n...
  'Flowers appear on the earth;     the season of singing has come, the cooing of doves     is heard in our land.'  &nb...
"I am grown old and my memory is not as active as it used to be. When I was younger I could remember anything, whether it had happened or not; but m...
As we all know, I have a low threshold of fascination. Today for example as I have been working on a book, I have also been keeping an eye on my pet...
We were in Paris this time last year.  I was enjoying the buzz and feeling shortchanged: we don’t have national holidays in England, at least none t...
"There is nothing inorganic... The earth is not a mere fragment of dead history, stratum upon stratum like the leaves of a book, to be studied by ge...
The fountain pen feels heavy in my hand.  I haven't written for a long time.  I mean written – not typed.  That I do every day, all day.  Click, click...
Tennis courts may be covered over and croquet lawns may have disappeared beneath overgrowth upon overgrowth, but the football pavilion still stands a...
  A poem for the season of Ascension and Pentecost...     Like whispering silk, the elm Like Bridal Veil the birch The Groom is gone...the Gro...
I don’t know why the caged bird sings. But I think I may have finally figured out why the others do. I take walks every day down a wooded path behi...
In the movie version of Harvey, the character of Elwood P. Dowd says, “Years ago my mother used to say to me... She’d say, ‘In this world, Elwood, you...
    Spring is delivered. The birch, like running cracks against polluted skies, has burst into quivering silk, its leaves busy with allu...
I have a secret to share. Does sharing defeat the meaning of the word Secret? How about? I have something to share but please don’t tell anyone els...
She wears a dark blue raincoat on this cloudy day, and a lighter blue cap, something out of the sixties. I can imagine her then, a young woman, wearin...
[embed=audio]{"uri":"post:1805/A-Brief-Brexit-Daydream-12.33pm---Friday-19th-April-2019-1.m4a"}[/embed]As I sit here in a greenish part of London over...
I"m getting ready for a long road trip -- heading east along the old Santa Fe Trail. Eastward, a thousand miles across Dorothy's Kansas with the wind ...
  A shadow of her former self…   Like a cat leaving a room What dlo you do when home is far away   Music for leaving   Not sure why, but I w...
Dateline: Westminster, London, Friday 5th April 2019 With the emergency repair works to fix the serious roof leak in the Houses of Parliament proceed...
  Image courtesy of the Academy of Classical Design, Glendale Springs    Mystic moon, riding voiles of dusk earth hangs deathly st...
  Bridal Procession on Hardanger Fiord - Hans Gude (with a little assistance from Adolph Tidemand).     Lift thine eyes, O lift t...
As the Dean traced the ash cross on my forehead and said, "Remember that you are dust, and to dust you shall return.  Turn away from sin and be faithf...
    At Independence Pass perched on the scythe edge of a predicament did you discover the landscape formed a route to Independence? Or...
The day is drawing in and I'm rushing to finish translating a page.  I need to look up a word and that slows me down.  I don't like to stop mid-page b...
Constant Comment tea. The Christmas mug with the nearly faded snow man.  A splash of milk. A teaspoon of superfine granulated sugar. A sip. And p...
“The happiness of life is made up of minute fractions,—the little, soon-forgotten charities of a kiss, a smile, a kind look, a heartfelt compliment in...
"There is a time in every man's education when he arrives at the conviction that envy is ignorance; that imitation is suicide; that he must take himse...
A gentle hum that grows louder, then turns into a hiss that becomes a gurgle  The water is boiling, bubbling, impatient.  The teacher removes the elec...
  A response to Stephen Evan's post, The Jesus of Silver Spring English has two great forgotten words, namely 'helpmeet' which is much gre...
In my novel The Island of Always, Lena (my protagonist) compares her ex-husband to Jesus—in that he loves everyone, just no one in particular (meaning...
All the windows are locked.  Curtains closed.  Blinds pulled down all the way to the sills.  Even so, its chilly breath hisses through the tiny gaps a...
   Harking back to 2012...a lifetime ago!     Febrile kindled flame gathering energy on deluged thoroughfares banishing our ruined dreams fres...
It suddenly occurs to me that it's been months since anybody called our landline.  Except for my mother, of course.  Day after day, when I check the p...
I'm Ivan Musto and today was a strange first for me as I celebrated a near-solitary birthday, my 90th - a milestone, I guess. Let me explain the surro...
Dublin, Ireland Early morning, Thursday 4th February 1960   We’re alone together. Mother and I are sitting at the kitchen window. It’s chilly yet...
I've binned my 2018 New Year's resolutions. Unopened.  They were past their use-by date.  Somehow, they ended up being kicked under the bed or falling...
My new novel The Isand of Always comes out today. It's a sequel to, or perhaps more an extension of, The Marriage of True Minds, whch was published ab...
Ultima Thule BY HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW With favoring winds, o'er sunlit seas,  We sailed for the Hesperides,  The land where golden apples gro...
There’s this kiss that’s the purest of kisses. I’m not sure whether I can describe it or do justice to its nuance of power. It’s greater than any ot...
                                    It's...
You know that feeling, you open a book – yes, I’m sounding old-fashioned already having not yet truly joined the burgeoning kindle brigade – but on re...
A note from my diary, Sunday 25th November 2018: Yesterday, my wife and I joined four dear old friends in a south London watering hole called The Bol...
Climb up the steps of love; Don't vault at once to the roof, but slowly ascend in descending slowly into one another.   Reach (not Paradise) E...
Some things you just know, without understanding or reasoning. They just are. From that first breath we’re privileged with, the gasp that comes fro...
For some, it's a massage or a facial. For me, it's acupuncture. As soon as I'm overwhelmed by stress, run down or simply in need of TLC (not to mentio...
My new children’s fantasy novel Painting Sunsets will go on sale next month. You can pre-order the book online or through your local bookstore. Find ...
An extract from my diary of 12th October 2018: Today, a white butterfly caught my eye as it flew briefly through the tiny garden of our ground-floor ...
  Burn scars are hard to erase. They leave lasting evidence of trauma and despair. And yet -- I can't stop looking at them. When will they heal?  Wil...
When young Robert went riding his Sleigh He came to a part in the Way And like Erwin he Found No one else was Around So he took both ways and we...
So they say… Love is not just a word. It comes in many shapes, forms and sizes.   Love is not about being with someone. It can also be about not ...
The new edition is now available for order online or through many local bookstores. Here is an excerpt: a-transcendental-journey   ...
Image courtesy of 123rf (modified)     Diamonds dazzle Lord Nelson’s hat, that vintage oak wind-sculpted on the hill. Light-pierced...
"Are you having any readings?" "No." "Have you brought some music?" "No." "Do you have rings?" "Yes." The elderly registrar smiles with a hint o...
I’m fine. Honestly, I rarely get sick. My sick leaves get converted to cash.   Frankly, I’d rather fake it. Every now and then I need a time out....
With so much work to accomplish every day, my weekends have been anything but restful. I have been waking up too early every morning in a rush becaus...
I can’t give up on writing. It’s what keeps me alive. No wonder I’ve been feeling out of sorts. I haven’t written in a long time!   I got stuck. ...
      When I go into the garden with a spade, and dig a bed, I feel such an exhilaration and health that I discover that I have been defrauding mys...
"If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel's heart beat, and we should ...
  Do not open the silence. Let the silence open you. ...
I guess it was appropriate that my first conversation in Milan should have been about fashion.  H. and I just had lunch at Stazione Centrale and were ...
"Why can't we take the train?" "What – all the way?" H. gives me his your-quirkiness-is-turning-into-madness look.  "It's – it's –" "The longest leg...
Two years gone by, out of the blue I receive a heartwarming message of thanks. A former student struggling to make graduation made it! Long overdue ...
After weeks of relentless, unusually intense heat, the weather forecaster announces a violent thunderstorm with possible flash flooding in the East of...
I'm always amazed at those slabs of ancient tree trunks that show how time passes. A seed fell and sprouted and took root. Maybe in 1492 or 1215....
"One moment of serene and confident life is more glorious than a whole campaign of daring:" Henry David Thoreau —Journal, December 1839 ...
  We stopped the clock a week ago while my brother slept on the couch. The ticking kept him up. I’m wearing my father’s watch But I can’t hear i...
I was sitting outside on my porch today reading for a few hours. All during that time birds came visiting. First there was a beautiful jay, stunning...
Suppose some day, some later time, I stand In the eternal Roma, beneath, you know, The Parthenon. No. Get it right. No. The other one. The. Palla...
Some time ago I learned that a close friend's friend was killed in the earthquake in Nepal. He was one of the climbers on Everest when the avalanche ...
   It’s been raining for days on end. The girls are back from their trips. Home is warm with their presence once again.   M1 bought all sorts of s...
I’d shake your hand but as you see (ha ha). My name is Mrs. Grubb. Welcome to the neighborhood. A new face is a joy round here. They come and th...
It’s not so bad after all. Coming home to an empty home. Music indeed is therapeutic. Makes good company.   I can’t help but think about the rece...
Different ways of speech communication is one of my earliest memories. The fact that, at home, my mother and grandmother speak one way, and friends, n...
It would greatly help if there was a formula for this. Shopping always nipped the tension.   I don’t need anything in particular nor do I feel an i...
  Occupation. I’m not talking about a job.   I am referring to how one occupies time. I try to keep myself mindfully occupied.   With purpose....
I feel tears pooling my eyes before he even utters his final lines:   Ditemi voi signori se i quattrini di Buoso potevan finire meglio di così. Per...
The Third is heroic. The Fifth is iconic. The Ninth is a miracle. But of all the Nine symphonies, my favorite has always been the Seventh. I don’...
  It’s hard to imagine that almost 130 years ago, Melbourne in Australia was considered the smelliest city in the world when today, it’s voted the ...
   I hear the rotating motion of the fan. My fingers typing on the keyboard.   It’s Tuesday, 4am. I hear my thoughts in this moment’s silence.   ...
My hypnotherapist said, “close your eyes and go to that place that brings you peace. Describe what you see.”   “I see Green all over, peaceful and ...
To get myself back on track. I am going to try.   A hypnotherapist is helping to quiet my mind. Residue from being hit by a bus a couple of years ...
                        The village sleeps while a few coyotes prowl and scuff through the alley that passes for a dusty street. They o...
Something is off balance. Despite the routine in place, there’s a gap somewhere in between.   Can’t quite put my finger on it. I just know and I c...
The second of two passages from Next Year In Jerusalem   Frustratingly, my eagerness for adventure was no measure of my ability to keep pace wit...
"At times I believe that my feet have been set upon a road which I shall go on following, and that slowly the centre of gravity of my being will shi...
There once was a playwright named Will Whose spelling was practically Nil. Whether Shaksper or Shakspere Or Shakspe or Shakespeare, Sweet Will pai...
Stop and smell the roses, so they say. Force the halt, cease all activity apart from the necessity to breathe. Even if only for a few minutes, althou...
It is National Poetry Month here in the US, so I thought I would offer one from my favorites: To a Friend Whose Work Has Come to Nothing By Wil...
          Inside Out Modern translations of St Paul said 'puzzling reflections' in describing perception, with ...
The architecture of trees fascinates me. How do the branches know how to grow? Complexity theory? Fibonacci Sequences? Artificial intelligence? ...
Taking yearly pilgrimages started after my serendipitous journey to Sedona.  What made that such a pivotal point, was the juxtaposition of entrapment ...
My train home wasn't due for another half hour and I strolled up the platform, looking for something to snack on. There wasn't anything particularly a...
I’ve been binge-watching Game of Thrones for the who-knows-how-manyieth time. And in the process, mainly while the credits roll or I’m fast forwarding...
Miserere mei, Deus: secundum magnam misericordiam tuam. Et secundum multitudinem miserationum tuarum, dele iniquitatem meam. Amplius lava me ab iniq...
At Rise:    A man is doing something. An alien enters and watches him. Alien:       Why are you doing that? Man:        Needs doing. Alien:       H...
The Scene: A bar. The Players: Novelists, children's writers, academics, translators, journalists, biographers, and other assorted literary intellect...
  I was born only a few short miles from the Father of Waters. The Mississippi River is a constant presence in my psyche and my memories; always chan...
Very few people who have eaten my cooking realize that I am an expert cook. My topic today is flipping the omelet. (Disclaimer: my omelets don't lo...
  Image courtesy of Diane Romanello     ...For time to heal and feel and breathe free air unlaced with taint of death, to ponder...
I have never read anything by Charles Dickens. The closest I ever came was playing Young Scrooge in a production of The Christmas Carol (many years ag...
I am just wondering if a shift of focus might help. Practice makes perfect, so the more you repeat an action or even a thought, the more likely is th...
Woodsong Christmas 2017 Dear Friends and Relatives, Perhaps our greatest blessing in 2017 was Erin's giving birth to our first great granddaughter—...
It's the same every morning.  I negotiate my way out of bed and, eventually, brave the steep Munchkin stairs and stagger into the kitchen.  I put the ...
Suppose you had to explain to someone how a car works, but your explanation could only include the parts of the car. That is what writing about langua...
  Quietly slip over the edge; disappear without a trace. Follow the old trails.   The canyon trails are worn smooth by bare feet or reed sanda...
The first thing that happened to me on Thanksgiving morning was a surprise presentation of gorgeous flowers by Gerald for my birthday! It was so nice ...
                                                         The fading season —                             when all the trees have darkened           ...
      'I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in.' Virginia Woolf     I know w...
A slow sway pinches out a crying creak. It wavers and reverberates, motions in the belly as a slug of up and down. Yet there’s no whiff of breeze on...
Although I had admired a lovely large tree across our lake with yellow leaves for a couple of weeks, I kept wanting to see some reds and bright orange...
                To that which moves, to that which moves,          Which penetrates the universal shine         And shimmy, Roundabout, wh...
As luck would have it, I was going to spend last Saturday night in Las Cruces, New Mexico. I drove my daughter to the small town of Deming (about an h...
Aging brings frequent doctor checkups—teeth, eyes, hearing aids, heart, INRs for blood thickness, etc. etc. Then add the fact that doing the minimum o...
The slant of light gives all a clarity. Emerald silhouetted leaves quake against the lustered sky as folded   wings congregate in glimmered shelt...
I need yellow in my life.  Its unadulterated joy.  Its sunshine.  For me, joy is most definitely yellow.  Not lemony, with a green undertone.  Not ...
A few months back I accepted a new job that has since kept me very busy. No complaints.  Just very busy.   Writing unfortunately took a back seat. ...
At Rise: Kay and Zed are sitting in the moonlight. Kay:      I love you madly.                 (Long pause) Zed:      Is there another way? Kay:...
"Ah you still ask me for that unwritten letter always due, it seems, always unwritten, from year to year, by me to you, dear Lidian, -- I fear too mor...
Pasquale places cutlery next to my sfogliatella.  Pointedly.  "You Northerners probably eat it with a knife and fork," he says, deadpan, and strolls t...
Gerald and I deserted other work and went to the 25th annual BSU Reunion wondering as probably many of us were if this would be the last one we would ...
Our three great grandsons were at the farm for the first time in a long time last weekend. About l0 Saturday morning, they had left their tearful gran...
A  scene from Entertaining Angels (unedited novel in long term abeyance).   Briefly: Sibyl was born to mixed race Dubliners at ...
http://www.bookgobbler.com/2017/09/24/free-book-the-golden-nightingale/ ERIC SAVOYARD, a police inspector whose marriage is on the verge of breaking,...
Truth, honesty, I could throw justice in here as well ... words that stir memories of the opening credits to The Adventures of Superman. Truth and ho...
  Photo: Bill Cooper for Birmingham Royal Ballet      You tied my strings and bade me dance, You weren't the first, you kno...
I remember mom on her birthday. Bright as the moon and graceful as the wind blowing. She stood tall on dark nights.   Elegant as ever no matter th...
I love Bank Holiday Mondays.  Even though I now work from home, so weekends and Bank Holidays are of little consequence to my timetable, I nevertheles...
(Upon the occasion of a visit to an old cow camp.)   These last few years I’ve grown right fond of Cowboy poetry. It’s sometimes rude and often...
Grand kids, cantaloupe, watermelon, tomatoes, okra, cataract eye drops, guests, eclipse, dirt dobbers, national softball championship! Our house and l...
One year and one day to the day, I began this PhD research of the community once living at the Metro Farm, also known as the MMBW Farm, the Melbourn...
                    There is no Frigate like a Book                     To take us Lands away,                     Nor any Coursers like a Page    ...
I think about dad a lot. I don’t see him as often as I should.   There is nothing to explain really. It’s just the way things are.   Yes I know....

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"What do you mean, it's wrong? In ethics we learned that the truth is always subjective!" There can be no doubt that the teaching of correct wri...
In the South of France. Second time around, the love gets stronger! Thousands of miles away, her mind is able to switch off from reality. Her hear...
  Struggling to break free from a toxic work life,  I've forgotten what a quiet moment sounds like and feels like. Staring at the window and watchi...
The crescent of a new moon is slowly emerging through the darkening sky.  A pale silver at first, now with a bright, almost golden glow.  A waxing n...
  'Flowers appear on the earth;     the season of singing has come, the cooing of doves     is heard in our land.'  &nb...

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Rosy Cole Smitten!
14 September 2019
But who is she? :-)
Katherine Gregor New Moon, New Month
09 September 2019
I'll bear that in mind for next year :–)
Rosy Cole New Moon, New Month
06 September 2019
As every gardener knows, it's always best to plant your beans and flowers on the premier side of the...
Rosy Cole Clarity
06 September 2019
It seems that the 'toxicity' of the workplace is almost universal now. It was never more important t...
Rosy Cole Paris, 14 Juillet
08 August 2019
Yes, I feel confident that 'The Government' does not essentially represent the British people. When ...