Writing Prompt: Raindrops on roses

As I walked through the park the air was cool and the ground was damp from a downpour I had missed by minutes.  The sky, deceptively clear and blue gave little hint of the sweet rain that had pelted the flowers only moments before. I went to meet some people on the Royal Mile and... Continue Reading →

Love this…

He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven HAD I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my... Continue Reading →

Writing Prompt: Getting there first

My friend Andrew's Birthday is Tuesday and he is, in a word, amazing. I don't know how many of our mutual friends and colleagues know this, but he designed a tracking and analytics system in his early 20's, is MD of a successful company, and is a gifted musician. In the interest of keeping him... Continue Reading →

I found this and wanted to share…

Sonnet 17 I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries hidden within itself the light of those flowers,... Continue Reading →

Writing Prompt: What is whispered

I've been thinking of the nature of gossip, of people's desire to know and share the business of others. It saddens me to think that the imagination is not used in the imagining of people's virtues, but in their faults and that entertainment of the cheapest kind is the most common. Look at reality TV,... Continue Reading →

One more quote…

The basic tool for the manipulation of reality is the manipulation of words. If you can control the meaning of words, you can control the people who must use the words. - Philip K Dick

Quote for the day

The value of life lies not in the length of days, but in the use we make of them; a man may live long yet live very little. -  Michel de Montaigne

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