I suppose poets are as guilty as anybody else. Yes we pander to our patrons, flaunting our verse like one of the Daughters of Joy flaunting her cleavage. In spite of our claims to be above such things, claiming we strive only to perfect our art; we crave recognition, respect and the financial security which … More Following the fickle lady
Let me paint you a picture, a simple street scene with any number of decent folk just going about their business. What do we see? In the foreground a couple of rough men squaring up to each other, one of them is carrying a basket of bread and ought to be about his business, but … More Going about their business
It has to be said that I’m rather partial to a nice crisp apple. The area around Port Naain is quite good from them, northerly but not too northerly, and the weather is quite bracing which apparently blows all the pests away. Or so I am reliably informed by those who claim to know. As … More Fine fresh apples
In the interests of promoting literary excellence it has been decided to hold a competition. Between ourselves I’m not entirely sure how this came about, but still it seems an excellent idea, no matter who thought it up. On March 3rd I published the blog post, ‘The Estuary Road’ https://tallissteelyard.wordpress.com/2018/03/03/the-estuary-road/ Those who read … More A Grand Announcement!
I can remember my first sight of the estuary road. It’s a short length of cobbled road, the cobbles laid between timbers and the timbers held in place by great piles driven into the mud. There’s not much left of it nowadays, and the older shore-combers will tell you that they can remember when there … More The Estuary Road