Monthly Archives: February 2014

(Top secret establishment called GCHQ, or…The Doughnut) The adventures of Aunt Alice and Spot.  Recently rudely interrupted by the usurper to the Crown of Wales, one Brenda Gobstopper, landlady of the public house The Castle Harlech. Written by Renee Bernard, … Continue reading →

  Huddled, sodden people bending with the strain, Under sturdy umbrellas, unyielding to the rain. Homes across the country flooded and forlorn, Land left defenceless, against this winters storm. An afternoon of sunshine that swept away the gloom. A return … Continue reading →

I wrote this whilst in hospital recently. Call life by its proper name, Call it what it be! Don’t hide behind the niceties, Of respectability. Sound out the truth, Tell all what you see. Are you engulfed in pain, Or … Continue reading →

  The fool is the one who can’t comprehend, that to make a beginning one must have no fear of the end. End comes in death but when does that take place? Is that at the beginning, and in the … Continue reading →

  Creases Of The Mind. Ideas in the mind are like furrows in a field Some thoughts grow, whilst others yield To the memories of a life lived in pain Where nothing was tried, and nothing was to gain.   … Continue reading →

  Aunt Alice and Spot. By Renee Bernard, Vonda Norwood and Danny Kemp. All mention to Tracey Edges and The Arts and Craft Society are top-secret. Ah, Readers! Ridiculous.  For the record, if anyone is seeking a sane person in … Continue reading →

  A Valentines Heart. If love could be sung, then that I would sing To open your heart, to the love that I bring. Words maybe useless to express my desire, But try I would do for your love to … Continue reading →

  Yellow blossom bursting from the bracken in the dark. Bristling, battling boldly to blazon its seasonal mark. Overcast, leaden, laboured, clouds spreading sadness everywhere. Yellow barren blossom, abandoned; against the fatalistic stare.