A Guide to Making Ends Meet
When the financial crash of 2008 landed like a ton of bricks on struggling writer Lorilee Craker, she wondered why the North American Amish community was still, in her words, at peace, unruffled and...
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Poetry by Alan Martin
JUST TOO MUCH It isn’t right for me, the torrid year of ’22. I prefer the indifferent times that might have been expected when decadence brings unconcern. No, too much, the blaze...
Poetry from Alan Martin
Troubled Waters Words, today, come at me like squalls at sea, unexpected, disruptive, whipping up breakers into shark’s teeth. There is a current in them; it is heading for the rocks. I wade...
Grace Notes
FALLING AND RISING. You either have it or, sadly, you will just have to bumble along without it. It is no use, either, thinking that you can squeeze into it, like hauling on a...
River – a Poem from Alan Martin
RIVER From aquifers and seeping wells ageless drips accrued like gold then springing forth, untrammeled, free a river nascent bubbles bold, set to run through guiding lands learning, learning every inch flowing seawards,...
Oh for a Silent Night…
A quirky little reflection on Christmas and its meaning… CHRISTMAS GHOST It was the night of the party, the Big Band’s Christmas bash, and my wife was a principal player:...
A Poem from Alan Martin
FIT FOR PURPOSE I remember Martha, homesteading homely Martha; her wondrous happy calm mixed with fortitude and wellie boots. And then there was Gordie, her good old boy, always ready with...
A Poem from Alan Martin
Another beautiful poem from local writer Alan Martin, with thanks from Pembrokeshire.Online… VALE I could settle right here, like alluvia, in this slow paced verdant vale, where the river wanders, and events unfold in...
Of Guildsmen and Bootboys…
Reflections on another time… City skins rule OK? The terse message told of an uncompromising tribe who scrawled it on buses, bus shelters and buildings across the metropolis. Skinhead brutalist fashion was at its...
Poetry from Alan Martin
FIFTY METRE NEWS Highly transmissable, this blight of homely airs that leaks from my radio, on the hour, every hour, if I am not lightning fast; the dreadful news in morbid repitition. Gloom enumerated,...
