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There's no business like show business.

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What things give you energy?

Daily writing promptWhat things give you energy?View all responses What things give you energy? We live in a large house, almost a barn really. Some of our friends call it our hacienda. They are the ones who speak no Spanish and can’t pronounce Quevedo correctly, even though I’ve known them for a quarter of a century. Actually, strictly speaking, most of them are ex-friends now. Many went AWOL…

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Oh dear, what can the matter be?

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What would your life be like without music?

Daily writing promptWhat would your life be like without music?View all responses What would your life be like without music? Very quiet. I consulted Moo, my favorite artist, on this one and he said that the above answer was much too brief and slightly cynical. “Look,” he said to me, “this is today’s painting. It’s called Walking on Air.” “Walking on air?” I queried. “Yup,” he replied – “I…

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Faith, Hope, and Charity - and the greatest of these is charity.

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What's your favorite word?

Daily writing promptWhat’s your favorite word?View all responses What’s your favorite word?Seems like a daft question to me. Just one word? Llanfairpwllgwyngylldrawbwlchllantisilioggogogoch – how’s that for a single word? And what’s wrong with married ones anyway. Or should I go for something like – home, health, morning (good or bad), night, how? -as in How! And what about the vast quantity of…

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Second thoughts and revision time. Thank you for your help!

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Solitary 1 & 2

Solitary 1 & 2 1 They drove me there,passed through the gates,unpacked my trunk,chatted with the head,shook my hand,then drove away. The metallic clangof the closing gatesstill lives with me. How old was I?Six? Seven?I no longer knowand there’s nobodyleft alive to tell me. I remember so wellthe woodgrain on the desk,the carved initials,the loneliness that bit,the barred windowsof that empty…

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It's not what's on my mind, it's the pinball that's in my mind!

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Solitary

Solitary They drove me there,passed through the gates,unpacked my trunk,chatted with the head,shook my hand,then drove away. The metallic clangof the closing gatesstill lives with me. How old was I?Six? Seven?I no longer knowand there’s nobodyleft alive to tell me. I remember so wellthe woodgrain on the desk,the carved initials,the loneliness that bit,the barred windowsof that empty…

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The wind and the waves, and the sea gulls floating in the blue above us, and that one white sail, drifting past.

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Chuck Bowie

Chuck Bowie (June, 2019) We met at St. Andrews, at low tide, onthe underwater road. In secret weshared the closed, coded envelopes of thought,running fresh ideas through open minds. Our words, brief vapor trails, gathered fora moment over Passamaquoddy,before drifting silently away. Canvas sailsflapped white seagulls across the bay. All seven seas rose before our eyes, broughtin on a breeze’s…

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My mind is as blank as a white sheet of fresh snow.

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A Touch of Frost

A Touch of Frost 1 Cooler nights have brought a touch of frost to higher ground. At night, the temperatures fall. By day, they build. I watch as Autumn, finger on lips, tiptoesthrough the garden. 2 With a wave of its wandwinter threatens.Low temperatures.A gust of windswirls the leaves,bears tufts of snowdancing round the tree.I watch as my grandchild grows,my child grows older. Just a grey…

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"Though lovers be lost, love shall not." Dylan Thomas.

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And then there's the nights - KTJ

Then There’s The Nights … KTJ                 As a child my days were good.Full of wonder and being misunderstood.Growing and learning without knowing love.But always guided by the Lord up above.The days were filled with hope in my sights. Then there’s the nights. Trying to make sense of my life in a bed I did not own.Fighting demons no child should ever fight alone.Dreams of monsters under…

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A poem by KTJ celebrating a painting by my friend, Moo. An exciting new adventure in my blogging.