Category Archives: Desperation

From Leros Solidarity Network, 20 August 2019

Poem translated from Google – bear with it – the essence shines though… They collected, I read, from the sea of Italy. They used to wear them, men, women, children. Desperate people, wearing their old shoes, flip flops, slippers were … Continue reading

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Response to rejection of parking fine appeal

Mr Martyn Baker Parking Manager, West Berkshire District Council Parking Services, Council Offices, Market Street, Newbury, Berkshire RG14 5LD 24 July 2019 Dear Mr Baker Re: Traffic Management Act 2004 Penalty Charge Notice № : KK01325775 Date of Contravention : … Continue reading

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Sunday

– is the day I never know what to do with – including writing grammatical sentences. It’s a hangover, I think, from early childhood when, once a week, the awful prospect of SUNDAY SCHOOL faced me. As if it were … Continue reading

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Lightening the refugee trail

This week I met a young man who had escaped the war in Syria and endured terrifying experiences in order to have a better life. Siblings died, his family was torn apart, access between father and children was denied by … Continue reading

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Research

Research is a dangerous activity; it can actually stop you writing. So here I am researching my next book, Jigsaw Island, on the Greek Island of Leros. The fourth draft is written, by the way, but you can never be … Continue reading

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Deathly mist driftin’ Daw-lishwards, m’dears

Don’t look too bad, do it? But t’were a darkly time on the number eleven trundling back from the bright Spring sunshine o’ Torquay to the darkling world o’ Dawlish. We were going’ along fine an’ happy like, right up … Continue reading

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The Seven Ages of Man – seventh in Devon reflects first in Melbourne

Thought of this on seeing my husband’s niece’s Facebook post about her first child… “At first the infant,Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.” …contrasted with the dearly loved great-grandfather of said infant, who lives on – and on – … Continue reading

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