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Arthur Conan Doyle The Greek Interpreter During my long and intimate acquaintance with Mr. Sherlock Holmes I had never heard him refer to his relations, and hardly ever to his… Read More »Conan Doyle: The Greek Interpreter
She was a gordian shape of dazzling hue, Vermilion-spotted, golden, green, and blue; Striped like a zebra, freckled like a pard, Eyed like a peacock, and all crimson barr’d; 50… Read More »Lamia by John Keats
They had met when his mother had gone out for the day, looking to their future she had told him as she drove away wearing her old grey gloves. George… Read More »Max
The night before, we met again, to unsayunbearable farewells, to seeour eyes brighten with re-strung tears.O I had my sudden wish –though I barely knew you –to stand at the… Read More »Carol Ann Duffy : Premonitions Two
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CANTO I Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave A paradise for a sect; the savage too From forth the loftiest fashion of his sleep Guesses at Heaven; pity these… Read More »Keats: The Fall of Hyperion
There were strange ripples on her skin, like soft scales. The sunlight danced on the diamond shapes and when the arm lifted, sharp colours fell onto the path and then… Read More »Travel
We first met when your last breathcooled in my palm like an egg;you dead, and a thrush outsidesang it was morning.I backed out of the room, feelingthe flowers freshen and… Read More »Carol Ann Duffy, Premonitions -Writing One
George hadn’t seen his Aunt for three years. He had asked her to return in so many different ways, that now all he had left of her was this autumn… Read More »george
The morning sun picked out the caramel chocolate colours of the stately creature crossing my path. So slow, so steady, so dignified, I thought of the word magisterial and it… Read More »NLP Master Practitioner Anecdote: The caramel slug.
I think the dead are tender. Shall we kiss? —My lady laughs, delighting in what is.If she but sighs, a bird puts out its tongue.She makes space lonely with a… Read More »She by Theodore Roethke
We stepped into the night and they were calling from across the dark road. You knew someone was lost and you found their huddled shapes on the wrong side of… Read More »Sheep at Night
Dedicated with love to the memory of UA Fanthorpe We first met when your last breathcooled in my palm like an egg;you dead, and a thrush outsidesang it was morning.I… Read More »Carol Ann Duffy: Premonitions: Anchoring hope and tenderness.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a4dSEyaT6R8 What you’re drinkin’Rum or whiskeyNow don’t you have a…Double with meI’m sorry I’m a little lateI got your message by the awayI’m calling in sick todaySo let’s go out… Read More »Never Forget you: The Noisettes
After twenty months of intensive NLP training, I can hold my hand in the air ( hallelujah!) and testify to the biggest revelation for me: that changing states through anchoring… Read More »Choose your state!
“At the same time,” he remarked after a pause, during which he had sat puffing at his long pipe and gazing down into the fire, “you can hardly be… Read More »Sir Arthur Conan Doyle: The Copper Beeches
The Artful was having a good morning. Grandma Isaac had whispered something deep down into her ear about the amber fountain being ready again…’ready again’ she had drawled in that… Read More »New beginning
Samuel Johnson is Indignant: that Scotland has so few trees. Lydia Davis is mistress of the succinct! Everytime I read this I break out into a smile!… Read More »Lydia Davis: Samuel Johnson is Indignant
She had placed the three penny bit under the mat one morning when they had all gone out and somehow it had chosen to stay there, shiny and manageably… Read More »Anchor
June has turned blissfully warm and all my GCSE and A level students are on the best side of their examinations, now all enjoying the possibility of a long hot… Read More »English Tuition Manchester and Bolton Review June 2009
Dedicated with love to the memory of UA Fanthorpe We first met when your last breathcooled in my palm like an egg;you dead, and a thrush outsidesang it was morning.I… Read More »Carol Ann Duffy: Premonitions
Lynda had been so very lucky that the bruising began to fade in a matter of days. The car had saved her everyone said. It had lived up to its… Read More »A knock on the head!
He had sat just over there when his Grandma told him sadly he was the winter’s child. ‘Your heart is strong, but buried deep. Remember, you must always wait for the… Read More »Small white bear
MARLEY was dead: to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker, and the chief… Read More »A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens
How it makes of your face a stone that aches to weep, of your heart a fist, clenched or thumping, sweating blood, of your tongue an iron latch with no… Read More »Carol Ann Duffy: Politics
I MET a traveller from an antique land Who said:—Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand, Half sunk,… Read More »Ozymandias by Shelley
Bella put her small case on the bed , took off her sandals and leaned forward to sniff at the wall. Everything had a new smell in this place, not… Read More »Bella
Minnie had begun painting when her friend’s head caught fire. She had walked to the shop and simply asked the man for a brush and paint: any paint which could… Read More »The Blue House
Minnie crouched by the garden wall checking the progress of a ladybird with light blue legs. She tried blowing on the creature who seemed resigned to her colourful drowning, then… Read More »The BLue House 2
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,I have forgotten, and what arms have lainUnder my head till morning; but the rainIs full of ghosts tonight, that tap and… Read More »Millay: A poem recommended by Barry Wood
