Rising above it

Given the choice, I think I preferred the trainers. At least their presence on my tree in my garden wasn`t a mindless drunken act of vandalism that pollutes the green and me, seemingly, whenever I walk on it.
I`ll have to ask Jensen what Jim would have thought about it?
Do even Jenn`s ghosts tut and shake their heads in disillusionment now? - After all - What romance and mystery can there be behind the lobbing of a bag of shit?

Only the now bereft trainer tree seems able to rise above it all!

In an English Country Ga -ah -ah den!!!!!!!!! (An update on Doreen`s garden)

Mary Mary quite contrary
How does your garden grow?
With:-
Beer boxes
Whole empty glass bottles
Smashed against my end wall glass bottles
Lager cans
A discarded child`s bike
The odd bag of shit in a plastic bag!

ALL TOGETHER NOW CHILDREN!

The One Minute Makeover

Hi Elaine
I really really really really really love the new look!
You`ll have to tell me where you bought that wonderful transforming magic wand!
Thanks SO much!
xx

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Fair comment? Oh Dear!

James has left a new comment on your post "Pilgrimage to Mecca via the Mersey- completed vers...":

Whilst the contrast of different cultures is a legitimate literary device, there is a danger of this turning into a travelogue about Turkey!
There's also too much emphasis on the bladder!
Some nice phrases in this but try to avoid being too didactic. Readers like to be informed but not necessarily lectured!
It's your story, however metaphysical in style. Achieving the closest intimacy with your reader is always desirable but it doesn't include asking your reader questions!
That's bad form. Makes it appear you are running out of things to say. And if you are going to be a good writer that should never be the case. Very good descriptive prose though.
George.

A Sunday Drive Out or A Bad Landing in Istanbul

After all I wrote about likening the creative process to landing and taking off blah blah blah, it seems ironic that I happened to come across these pictures that I took in Istanbul about 10 years ago.
If the plane had gone a hundred yards or so further, it would have hit the the overhead power lines above the railway and exploded.
Is somebody up there trying to tell me something?









Never let it be said that the Turks are not enterprising (if extremely laid back!)