Hi everyone, If there is a Twin Peaks character who sums up 2020 so far, it has to be the reclusive Harold Smith, played so wonderfully by Lenny von Dohlen. I haven’t written any Twin Peaks poetry in a while, but I kept seeing his image pop up on social media and I was compelled […]Read more "Solitaire – a haiku sequence"
Hi everyone, Thought I’d do a quick update about Queen of Hearts, Cameron Cloutier’s Twin Peaks fan film currently in production. As I said back in November, filming is well underway and it looks like this project may meet its scheduled release date this summer. Images have been appearing regularly on the film’s dedicated Facebook […]Read more "Queen of Hearts update January 2020"
Went for 9 holes of golf this afternoon. It didn’t go well. I did come out of it with this, though. Hope you enjoy it. In The Rough With a swing and a miss And a miss and a swing, Hell with the scorecard; Don’t write a thing! Putters and irons And woods and […]Read more "In the Rough – a poem"
Horsell Common I finally finished the audiobook version of this, read by David Tennant. I have to say that I was amazed at this book from start to finish. It has been a while since I have read any 19th Century literature and I was unprepared for just how action-packed this story is. Really, I […]Read more "Tonight’s Reading – The War of the Worlds"
Hi there, We had the light fitting removed in the boy’s room and it left this nasty hole which looked like a face. He quite likes it but I think it’s hideous. It reminded me of times when I was young and I would see faces in patterned curtains if I looked at them for […]Read more "Face in the Ceiling – a poem"
I hear such sad stories in my daily life that I was moved to write this. It’s about all those boys out there who are neglected by men who can’t seem to find the time to get involved. I’m so lucky that I have a Dad who got involved when I was young; who did […]Read more "Boys They’ll Stay – a poem"
I passed a house the other day and the inside of the front window was covered with flies; hundreds of them. The place looked like it had been abandoned and yet there were so many flies that I wondered where they had come from. I didn’t know the street and I walked on without doing […]Read more "The Scene Within – a poem"