Tripping, spinning, snapping mandibles grip at the turning cylinder githout success, pincers rubbed raw, begin to smell A hundred eyes… Read more Tripping spider dreams
Tag: writing
My Swing by Sir Henry Cotton (what we are reading 2)
A book full of wrist action, driving and finding the slot. This 1952 book is one for those who get… Read more My Swing by Sir Henry Cotton (what we are reading 2)
What we are reading 1
As an ‘information manager’ (yes it sounds blech) I am always pleasantly surprised by the variety, depth and oddity of… Read more What we are reading 1
Race Day
It wasn’t that long ago, you could smell it, coating the breeze in a fine oil varnish It sat on… Read more Race Day
The last day
of summer we spoke, a crack appeared on the wall that spread like a fire up the ceiling where the… Read more The last day
Tighearnan John Kelly 