Monthly Archives: June 2011


Dark Pearls

The storms rolled down the valley like

dark pearls gathering

sun and sticky heat and

gumming them together into

fat envelopes for

posting elsewhere.

Valley Line

The double line of trees meandering

marks where the river runs until they

peter out, become slab-sided

silos for supermarkets, then

muddy creeks dotted with the

inevitable derelict boat with the

triple bridge somewhere in the mist, its

gantries jutting through like battlements where

Romans finally forded and

got to grips with fierce-fighting

blue-faced local men who

falling back opened the way to a

non-existent London.

“Street Woman”

(Ornette Coleman, Soprano Saxophone

Don Cherry, Pocket Trumpet

Charlie Haden, Bass

Billy Higgins, Drums).




Ornate intro, kicked by

Billy’s drums into

Ornette switching

N’Orleans, Chicago, New York

tracked by Charlie’s

splay-toed bass, let loose into his

solo of such intense simplicity,

intense demand intensified by

Don’s pocket trumpet into an

ornate extro, Billy

kicking it to the end,

Ornette singing, less than

five minutes of

total jazz.





Dinosaur Dominion

The crook-winged gull in flight became

Quetzalcoatlus, while around me the

chalk downs effervesced and dissolved into

tiny creatures again swimming in

equatorial seas and

everywhere I looked I saw—

in the booted strut of the jackdaw, the

raptor sprint of blackbird, the

snap of beak round insect in flight, the

three-toed foot, the eggs, the

hunter’s beady eye—that the

dinosaur’s dominion,

400 million years old, lived on

in my garden.

Appeal of Bells

Kent treble-bob majors

ebb and flow on the breeze

telling me there are churches still

with enough people in them to

chase the bells through

complex changes

with the patience to

grasp, pull, release for hours when

one missed pull sets the

peal awry and an empty rope makes some

bobs impossible and if all the

ropes are empty and the

bells fall silent then

something very English will

vanish from the air.




El Dorado


Temperature's Rising

Sexy Times ~ Warm Feelings ~ Hot Flashes ~ All That


The Anne Billson blog

A Submissive Wife

Married Submissive, Exploring the kinky side of life.

Life of a Kinky Wife

Marriage with a Twist

The Weaver of Words

"Poetry is what happens when your mind stops working, and for a moment all you do is feel." -Atticus

Works of an Unsettled Mind

Stories, Poems and Titillating Epitaphs


In happiness my words I lack, in grief they overflow.

My Liver's Trying to Kill Me!... Oh Wait.

A Journey to a Healthier Me.

Undressed Thoughts

layers of my onion head

The Wild Heart of Life

"He was unheeded, happy, and near to the wild heart of life." ...James Joyce

Veronica Love-Wylde

Erotic Poet and Artist - Welcome to My Sensual World

my controlled ascent

living and loving as a married submissive in my D/s marriage


A quoi servent les images que l'on ne montre pas ?


Written Thoughts, Spoken through verse...

Jupiter's Lair

Because a dirty mind is a terrible thing to waste...

A Quest for the Uncliche

Dream. Explore. Learn. Repeat.. Let's traverse on the paths less taken and explore whole new worlds