Posts Tagged: Nostalgia
A Writer’s Lair ~ Simiane de Rotonde
There are not many differences between a baker and a writer; both work odd hours, both provide our staple needs, both can only hope to garner enough sales to enjoy another sunrise. Both are often found wandering around the hills
A Writer’s Lair ~ Simiane de Rotonde
There are not many differences between a baker and a writer; both work odd hours, both provide our staple needs, both can only hope to garner enough sales to enjoy another sunrise. Both are often found wandering around the hills
Is This The Most romantic Song Ever Written?
This song was my childhood – literally, as I went to school with Joe Dassin, the singer, who was a couple of years higher than me, but just as bad as I was at night in the parts of town
Is This The Most romantic Song Ever Written?
This song was my childhood – literally, as I went to school with Joe Dassin, the singer, who was a couple of years higher than me, but just as bad as I was at night in the parts of town
Românii și WordPress: Or How Blogging Is The New Train Station
For a while now I have had a growing conviction that per capita there are more Romanians using WordPress than in any other country. The conviction became research, and gave me cause for going through posts by all different bloggers
Românii și WordPress: Or How Blogging Is The New Train Station
For a while now I have had a growing conviction that per capita there are more Romanians using WordPress than in any other country. The conviction became research, and gave me cause for going through posts by all different bloggers
Carpe Diem Haiku ~ Yesterday
Nostalgia isn’t what it used to be…but today’s prompt is Yesterday, so I will give it a go. Some of the haiku below are taken from real concrete situations of mine, so have meanings that though transferable, have been personal
Carpe Diem Haiku ~ Yesterday
Nostalgia isn’t what it used to be…but today’s prompt is Yesterday, so I will give it a go. Some of the haiku below are taken from real concrete situations of mine, so have meanings that though transferable, have been personal
Picture It & Write ~ Woodland Farewell
“yes child?” “Well, its that I am no longer a child.” “My dear, every faery has the heart of a child, you know that.” Yes,but look, my back, its bare, my wings of youth have faded and gone, there are
Picture It & Write ~ Woodland Farewell
“yes child?” “Well, its that I am no longer a child.” “My dear, every faery has the heart of a child, you know that.” Yes,but look, my back, its bare, my wings of youth have faded and gone, there are
Carpe Diem Daily Haiku ~ New Year’s Eve
As Kristjaan Panneman, who runs Carpe Diem Daily Haiku says, in classical Japan (following the Lunar calender) there was a fifth season ”New Year”, and this season was from approximately 20 December until 20 January. Following is my haiku on this
Carpe Diem Daily Haiku ~ New Year’s Eve
As Kristjaan Panneman, who runs Carpe Diem Daily Haiku says, in classical Japan (following the Lunar calender) there was a fifth season ”New Year”, and this season was from approximately 20 December until 20 January. Following is my haiku on this
100 Word Challenge For Grown Ups ~ Prompt ‘Grey’
We were on the waterfront, at Aberdeen’s granite harbour, facing the sea and stormy sky. ”Europe’s too grey,” she said, ”in Colombia we have every colour in the rainbow. Here, no.” I remembered Cartagena, and its balconies draped with pink bougainvillea,
100 Word Challenge For Grown Ups ~ Prompt ‘Grey’
We were on the waterfront, at Aberdeen’s granite harbour, facing the sea and stormy sky. ”Europe’s too grey,” she said, ”in Colombia we have every colour in the rainbow. Here, no.” I remembered Cartagena, and its balconies draped with pink bougainvillea,
Weekly Writing Challenge: In An Instagram
We didn’t have Instagram then: we didn’t have mobile phones either, or digital technology. Pity, but then I didn’t know a few minutes, seconds before I watched the ball slide past me, that it was going to be the second
Weekly Writing Challenge: In An Instagram
We didn’t have Instagram then: we didn’t have mobile phones either, or digital technology. Pity, but then I didn’t know a few minutes, seconds before I watched the ball slide past me, that it was going to be the second
Where Is She Now?
Where is she now? The girl whose picture I found? Posing just after the last snow Fresh, in her Yakutian meadow ~*~ What were her dreams, back then? Among the flowers that only bloom in Spring? When she posed so
Where Is She Now?
Where is she now? The girl whose picture I found? Posing just after the last snow Fresh, in her Yakutian meadow ~*~ What were her dreams, back then? Among the flowers that only bloom in Spring? When she posed so
{A Writer’s Lair} My Bahraini Dhow
There are golden rules in writing. For all our differences we all share many more similarities, simply in our love of writing, of capturing images, either by camera or pen – or keyboard, and one similarity we all share, and
{A Writer’s Lair} My Bahraini Dhow
There are golden rules in writing. For all our differences we all share many more similarities, simply in our love of writing, of capturing images, either by camera or pen – or keyboard, and one similarity we all share, and
Two Train Rides
She got on the train somewhere along Lac Leman, between Geneva, and Montreux, at the other end. I think it was near Vevey, because half asleep, I glanced up to see the vineyards pouring down the hill towards the train tracks.
Two Train Rides
She got on the train somewhere along Lac Leman, between Geneva, and Montreux, at the other end. I think it was near Vevey, because half asleep, I glanced up to see the vineyards pouring down the hill towards the train tracks.
Gone but not Forgotten: Türkmenbaşy, Dictator Exemplaire!
They don’t make ‘em like that anymore, and I for one sorely miss him, the Great leader of Turkmenistan! What? You think it is the same as Turkey? Blasphemiser you!! Türkmenbaşy – father of Turkmens…(”bacy” pronounced the same, with a ”tch”
Gone but not Forgotten: Türkmenbaşy, Dictator Exemplaire!
They don’t make ‘em like that anymore, and I for one sorely miss him, the Great leader of Turkmenistan! What? You think it is the same as Turkey? Blasphemiser you!! Türkmenbaşy – father of Turkmens…(”bacy” pronounced the same, with a ”tch”
A Writer’s Lair: Starý Smokovec
Despite an ex-boxer prime minister who arranged to have the country’s president’s son kidnapped, beaten up, and dumped at the border, Slovakia was one of my favourite destinations some 15-20 years ago. More particularly, Starý Smokovec, in the Tatra mountains. Slovakia was a
A Writer’s Lair: Starý Smokovec
Despite an ex-boxer prime minister who arranged to have the country’s president’s son kidnapped, beaten up, and dumped at the border, Slovakia was one of my favourite destinations some 15-20 years ago. More particularly, Starý Smokovec, in the Tatra mountains. Slovakia was a
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