Yax 1 Yax shifted the weight of the basket of conch shells she was carrying from one brown shoulder to the other. It was hard to grasp its rim with her freshly carved zemi in her hand. Nevertheless, she was wearily satisfied that her day’s labour had allowed her to squeeze in the necessary time to... Sign in to see full entry.
Hi all writers and readers in travelling distance of Nottingham, UK home of Robin Hood, D.H,Lawrence, David Belbin and David Duppyman Brailsford to name just a few inspirational characters. The event, organised by writers who seriously invest in their own work is a real challenge to fans of the... Sign in to see full entry.
The Hues of Blackness launch was a Jamdung celebration musificated by David Stickman Higgins and able back-up guitarist Andy, MCed by Margaret Hall, read by Rosey and Annmarie, helped out by UCKG at a great venue, Nottingham's nae.(New Art Exchange) We want to support other open mike events there to... Sign in to see full entry.
Cross eyed Washed out Knocked kneed But can't cop out. Tomorrow Hues Officially sails Paying dues To heroic females. Writer shakes. Extra hours Coffee makes Reqired powers Of seeming To cope Mindlessly beaming And spaced out on hope. Sign in to see full entry.
After a long morning's slog at the computer I needed a light lunch. So I went to Bloggersville Cafe where I picked up a pamphlet from Against4winds explaining that we are not so good as to be blessed but we're just blessed to be less bad than the rest. I viewed Taps' gnomes and wended my way between... Sign in to see full entry.
I came to Bloggersville to cool my brain. My face has been buried in a book Where the language was a distant dialogue, only half intelligible Until I learned to see, not just to look And then use jargon of the same vein. Though RoseyP is also Thomas Palmer She lingers here where life is calmer. Sign in to see full entry.
Across the world two cococnut trees bend low, entwined. Once tall and separate, now weighted by fruit, They bind leaf into leaf, fruit locking heavy loaded heads Together as they bear nutrition for the brains of Millions who need to feed on rich protein pulp And be revived by pure, uncontaminated... Sign in to see full entry.
Hi Blog friends, I spent time this afternoon relinking with past friends and associates in Jamaica and sharing with them my deep gratitude for all that country has meant to me. It is encapsulated in my novel, Hues of Blackness, that I mentioned a few blogs ago. From this point on the spiralling... Sign in to see full entry.
My mind is waking up after a long sleep. Bloggers bleep klaxons of early morning trips in the dawning sunlight and the words of their poems lilt in the songs of birds as they dig the worms of each others' oozings in the darker hours that lurk on the edges of writing time. As the sun strengthens and... Sign in to see full entry.
Barely time for all the things I love Unusually hastened, Strangely tired ahead of time, I hover, caught Between tread and step Neither going forward nor back, Either touching space or avoiding substance, Soon to be enveloped by undertakings Sufficiently demanding to limit my choice. Sign in to see full entry.