This is based on a real incident. As it happened in the 1980s I think…
Paul Tobin
THE WEDDING GUESTS LIKE A RIVER
I usually remember my dreams on waking and some times they organise themselves into a…
NO ONE SPOKE
It was customary, having completed the pilgrimage to Santiago de Compostela, to burn the clothes…
YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE
The Mad Emperor Across the Water continues to break records even in his twilight days,…
AND FOR THE REST OF HIS LIFE
I have to admit that I did not expect the Mad Emperor Across the Water…
THE STITCHING OF HISTORY
The year ends for me with the Shortest Day, the Winter Equinox. It heralds the coming…
A BRASS WIND THAT SKIRLS
A revised poem this post. Thanks to the Secret Poets for their invaluable input. rich…
THE NIGHT IS STARRED
Two poems from workshops. The first from a Secret Poets meeting last week. Liz asked…
HE QUICKENED HIS STEP
Have you ever had an idea that you initially think is complete by itself but on…
JUMBLED, JIGSAWED SAND GRAINS
I recently participated in a Zoom poetry workshop with the Secret Poets. I came away with…
A MAN ABOUT TO MELT DOWN
This post is not about the mad emperor across the sea, though given the ignorant…
SKITTLING LEAVES & LIVES
In the world in which we are living is just getting crazier. Hopefully the Mad…
HE WILL NOT LOOK BACK
Am I the only person who finds this new style blogger format difficult to operate? Every…
HONEY TRAPPED
The term honey trap relates to the act of luring an individual into a compromising situation…
SLOWLY STOPPED WORKING
I have been contemplating the wallpaper in the bedroom where I write. Since we moved into…
THE STREET LAMP PATTERNS
Two rewrites this post. As usual thanks to the Secret Poets for their invaluable suggestions. You…
I RAKED THROUGH THE ASH
This is another poem that turned up unexpected and wrote itself over the course of…
ON THE TONGUES OF STORY TELLERS
I have been working on this post’s poem for some time and I am still not…