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Island Blog 79 On Waiting
There is something about waiting that can create an internal chaos. Waiting for a train or a flight. Waiting for a day to come or a person. Waiting for life to change, or start, or end. Waiting for...
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Island Blog 92 On Writing
As you may know, it is essential to read, especially if you are a writer. I read avidly, even during the day sometimes, which would have had me thoroughly tutted at by Granny-at-the-gate. Reading is...
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Island Blog 159 On Marriage
It all starts with a Wedding, that’s what I say. When I get an invitation to someone’s ‘Marriage’ I have this strong urge to call them up to correct their grammer, or is it grammar……….. because the...
View ArticleIsland Blog – The Maker of Days
This day woke me at 3am. It happens sometimes. I know it isn’t morning for the light. It’s a night sort of light and greenish, weird. The morning light is like a hand outstretched, a golden warmth,...
View ArticleIsland Blog – Arrested
I remember one winter when the ice was added to nightly, and fixated itself on the job in hand, the taming of the flow of water, from fresh spring to confoundment, from easy movement to an arrest. It...
View ArticleIsland Blog – Second from the Right
I am very happy to have had my covid jag. It never crossed my mind for one minute to refuse it and I was astonished to hear that anyone would. However, that is not my business. My arm was mildly sore...
View ArticleIsland Blog – Ebb and Flow, Days of Minutes
This life without himself can feel like a loss even thought he was (often) a pain in the ass. As, I imagine, was I. The days are minutes to be filled, and I am advised thus:- to write my list of things...
View ArticleIsland Blog – The Gift of Days
Sometimes we can see days as days, as days, as daze. Like numbers, like names of the week, like a length of hours and minutes and even seconds, although most of us don’t notice the seconds unless we...
View ArticleIsland Blog – The Wild
I walk this day through copper gold and spandangles of sunshine. The track, wet, muddy from all the rain, dapples into light, peckled with mosaic, the light glinting off the water spots, the puddles,...
View ArticleIsland Blog – These November Days
It rains here a lot and never mind the November thing. It just rains. We have too many hills and we stick out too far into the Atlantic and we are used to it. But I am hearing from other drier folks...
View ArticleIsland Blog – Even Through the Ordinary.
A sudden quiet. The huge influx of rally drivers, their families and support teams, have outfluxed, leaving the island, well, suddenly quiet. Collected in great numbers on the ferry crossing, they will...
View ArticleIsland Blog – Dreams
We all have them, dreams, the night ones, disconnected to morning sensibilities, the ones in which we fly with Pan or save a child or fall off a cliff or battle with rats. I have had them all. Then...
View ArticleIsland Blog – Draggle Days, Twist Ice, Real Life
Ah Winter! Although we know he will come, we turn away at his approach, our longing eyes t’wards Spring as if this season means only draggle days and we try to imagine ourselves out of ourwinterselves,...
View ArticleIsland Blog – Hallo and Thank you
Today I woke too early, my head full of monsters. Will I have major or minor surgery? Will I be strong enough to deal with it all? What will be the treatment after? Will I forget my headphones? (locate...
View ArticleIsland Blog – The Irks
You know those days when everything irks you, things that did no such irking yesterday and probably won’t tomorrow? I’m having one, or I had one until just now when I reminded myself that such minutiae...
View ArticleIsland Blog – Zeitgeist
It’s been five days. I miss and I don’t miss, the Miss. I miss her excitement at seeing me, even if I had just been away for a pop to the shop. I miss her huge brown eyes, looking, looking up at me,...
View ArticleIsland Blog – Radio Gaga
I thought it was Thursday. Certain, I was, and, so much so that I moved my car out of the way for the wood delivery. I also prepped for my counsellor zoom, but, as time twingled on and no lorry...
View ArticleIsland Blog – A Bimble
The days rove on, and, if I don’t have my specs on, they can rove on without me. I. have noticed this, waking into a Friday which suddenly became Thursday. Maybe I found this Thursday Alert in the...
View ArticleIsland Blog – Nicky and her Sass
The past few days have been all about memories. I have them, yes, but, in my current melancholy state, as I impatiently await my levitation from radiotherapy tiredness, I don’t allow myself to indulge....
View ArticleIsland Blog – Wording
Words are my thing. I am no worder, powerful within the pages of research books, no academic Brilliantine. But words are my thing. They fly about my head like birds, assault me, trip me up, wake me in...
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