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This poem was for peace day, which should rightly be every day of course. Let’s make it for today therefore Peace I have seen the world; I have seen that which dies, The desperate hurt that opens raw with the night, I have smelt the scent of pain, such...

I’ve been visiting (it must be something in the Glastonbury air): At Chalice Well It was her shoes I noticed first, jagged with rhinestones sparkling red across her sad toes, incongruous beneath her care-worn blue dress. She had something of the past about her, something defeated, bowed...

So whatever it was I was going to say last time has disappeared into the mists of my memory. It would have to be exceptionally good to be worth the wait anyway…and I doubt somehow it was that good. Life changing perhaps, but hey, a...

I had something truly fascinating to say in this latest entry, life changing, but someone rang me just as I was about to write it down and now I can’t remember what it was. I’m sure it’ll come to me soon so, rest assured, the..

It feels like it’s well over time that I started this blog…but where to start? Hmmm. I tell you what, I’ll kick off by publicising the new Mystery Bar interview at Merlins Diary Podcast. My co-host Barry Durdant-Hollamby (it’s a double barrelled sort of a podcast)...