A Few months ago and I’m back in Dodge visiting my family, hugs all around, home for a visit. So after all that, and the big old solid oak front door shut from prying ears, my sister and I are out on the front porch, and she broached the taboo topic, the elephant in the room. Prompted in no small part by my rotten father … Continue reading A Little Porch Politics And The Puppets Of Power
Back at the cottage Tim and I would be watching one of my history programs on Satellite ( Time Team reruns from the BBC usually) and Tim would sometimes ask who pays for all this? ,or, why do they care? Cause he certainly didn’t care. I mean, to him, short of gold and silver bobbles or weaponry, minute shards of pottery and stains in the … Continue reading So What Happens When The Barbarians Grow Up?
Irish is out on the stoop, eye’s half closed, in resting pose. Birds greet the morning light. And I? I sit here in this old wicker armchair of Tim’s, typing away. Typing if only because they say that to one day have any chance at all of attracting that whiff of inspiration, one must show up every day. So here I am. I sit hear … Continue reading Chick-a-dee-dee-dee & A Rat-Ta-Tat-Tat
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