Quick trip to pick up gas lands my faithful Moggie back in the garage

We still had a few dates down South before heading North up the M1. As I said I had picked up my Moggie Minor from Harry’s place on a trip West and just felt happy to have it with me. One Thursday Harry asked me to collect some gas canisters which we used in theContinue reading “Quick trip to pick up gas lands my faithful Moggie back in the garage”

Poem for the Children of Gaza

by Michael Rosen January 15, 2009 In Gaza, children, you learn that the sky kills and that houses hurt. You learn that your blanket is smoke and breakfast is dirt. You learn that cars somersault clothes turn red, friends become statues, bakers don’t sell bread. You learn that the night is a gun, that toysContinue reading “Poem for the Children of Gaza”

The Sun

by Mary Oliver born 1935, Cleveland, Ohio Have you ever seen anything in your life more wonderful than the way the sun, every evening, relaxed and easy, floats toward the horizon and into the clouds or the holls, or the rumpled sea, and is gone – and how it slides again out of the blackness,Continue reading “The Sun”


Charlotte Brönte 1816-1855 Life, believe, is not a dream So dark as sages say; Oft a little morning rain Foretells a pleasant day. Sometimes there are clouds of gloom, But these are transient all; If the shower will make the roses bloom, O why lament its fall? Rapidly, merrily, Life’s sunny hours flit by, Gratefully,Continue reading “Life”

Somewhere there is a simple life

Anna Akhmatova translator: Judith Hemschemeyer Somewhere there is a simple life and a world, Transparent, warm and joyful . . . There at evening a neighbour talks with a girl Across the fence, and only the bees can hear This most tender murmuring of all. But we live ceremoniously and with difficulty And we observeContinue reading “Somewhere there is a simple life”

Days Teach Me

by Unknown Days teach me To always dream However it may never come true But that’s the best way To live life through Days teach me To dream so high Never give up and always try Never let go or say goodbye Days teach me That when there is darkness For sure dawn is theContinue reading “Days Teach Me”

The Miner

by Henrik Ibsen translated by Fydell Edmund Garrett Beetling rock, with roar and smoke Break before my hammer-stroke! Deeper I must thrust and lower Till I hear the ring of ore. From the mountain’s unplumbed night, Deep amid the gold-veins bright, Diamonds lure me, rubies beckon, Treasure-hoard that none may reckon. There is peace withinContinue reading “The Miner”