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If you are reading this anywhere other than on the blog then some modicom of success has been achieved, but heaven knows how

Writer's commitment

The subsidence men have been and gone and told us that they are re-assured...
We will need to move out of this room...but hey poetry can be manipulated anywhere...these are simply minor disturbances that hit into our life...I am reading Murakami 'What I talk about when I talk about running' I allow myself to dwell into this philosophical vein, but I know myself as not able to make Murakami's commitments

more writing

That work stuff sure gets in the way, although sundays excuse for not posting was a combination of mediitation class and a minor hangover. Anyway back to it, even though I've been on a course with work I managed to rejoin a poetry website morewriting.co.uk that I was a member of before I went to Buxton...I do recall one all night session in Manchester and a poet called PenJen...no trade name this time its just me the real deal Christopher Sanderson...take a look http://www.morewriting.co.uk

beautiful blog

Vaughan Williams plays in the background, on a saturday morning when the weather, as my mum would have said 'doesn't know what to do' We had a good poetry group, Paul has won another prize, his sensitivity is boundless in the words. I woke thinking of the beauty of the solitary blogspace, where one is always alone, but soon the questions begin, am I shouting or am I crying?

apocalyptic apology

So here's me, an engineer (and poet) writing an apology, or make up note; from a nurse to a school administrator...life is full of surprises. The website stuff is coming together, hope you have chance to look. Tonight is Louth Poetry Group night and John is bringing cake.