Sunshine
Sitting on a bench Sunlight warming the stones of the Abbey Violin playing in a little surge of tourists Empty screens of phones raised in...
Read more arrow_forwardA collection of poetry, reflections, and creative writing by Sue Curtis.
Sitting on a bench Sunlight warming the stones of the Abbey Violin playing in a little surge of tourists Empty screens of phones raised in...
Read more arrow_forwardWe only have a very little island There's room for me and possibly for you With all these swarms of people trying everything they can...
Read more arrow_forwardDon't ask. Hunt Moon moon moon moon Howl howl howl howl clouds trees branches moon moon AAAH moon moon moon howl howl howl howl running...
Read more arrow_forwardSmall boy Still swing Head bent toes down. Strong push Hands clutch Frown swung Up side down. .
Read more arrow_forwardThe word gossip originally meant O.E. godsibb “godparent,” from God. Notice how its meaning slides from a perfectly respectable title for either man or woman...
Read more arrow_forwardWe wrote this for a folk singer we know ... but I don't think he ever sung it! Folk Song There was once a young...
Read more arrow_forwardThis is one of the lyrics to Extraordinary Creatures. (I am filling in the days I couldn't write because of despondency over Dracula. I'll write...
Read more arrow_forwardThis is a lyric to a song I wrote some years ago now which Jools set very movingly to music. There is a lovely recording...
Read more arrow_forwardOK; this is a bit theatrical, I grant you; but it is difficult to know what to do with myself today. We are waiting to...
Read more arrow_forwardSunlight through leaves. Viridian. Glowing with its own strange life. My mother and grandmother both thought green was an unlucky colour. My grandmother was a...
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