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
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
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!
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
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.
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
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
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.
“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
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!
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
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
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
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
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
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 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
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
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
Value your mind said the crow – who spoke only when Swiveller wore dark grey. All else is dust and wind… And when you find soul time, your souls’ time,… Read More »Garden Philosophy
Your time melted away faster than I had tears to cry. The brimstone throat, the silent smile, the helpless shrug of those who knew enough medicine to kill you.… Read More »Clocks
On the day of the explosionShadows pointed towards the pithead.In the sun the slagheap slept.Down the lane came men in pitbootsCoughing oath-edged talk and pipe-smoke,Shouldering off the freshened silence.One chased… Read More »Larkin The Explosion: surely a correspondence to Premonitions?
What and how does the title of the novel signify in the light of your reading of the text?
My fate changed on January 8, l981. That day we received a phone call in Caracas that my grandfather was dying. I could not go back to Chile to bid… Read More »Isabel Allende on House of Spirits and Resurrection?
“She also helped us write, and thanks to her presence Esteban Trueba was able to die happy, murmuring her name: Clara, clearest, clairvoyant.” (367)
