Category Archives: Musings

SOUND OF THE SIREN It could be the sound of the Second World War. But it’s 1984: and it’s only the sound of a siren. She is from London. I’m from Berlin. We met at the home of a friend, … Continue reading →

Lady Day Lady Day, courtesy of the artist, Wayne Thiel Lady Day is song and dance, Movement and energy. At first glance there’s swirling And twirling, there’s movement, There’s sound, Ebullience and vibrancy: Joy all around. There’s fine execution of … Continue reading →

WRITER’S BLOCK The typewriter frantically clacks, Turns out tickertape fit for confetti, Then jars to a halt. My cranium crammed full of nothings – The last bird flew South – Abandoned, an empty shell. My heart freezes over: A lake … Continue reading →

The Other Side The other side of hatred is just so much more love that once I see through both of them my hawk becomes a dove My heart is like a basket to place my hawk with doves. Before … Continue reading →