Tag: poetry

Red, White, And Blue

Red, White, And Blue

Even as I finished writing this, I still had had no title in mind for this post. Then one moments ago hit me. Poppies are ”red” and both the U.S.A. and Russia have flags of ”red, white, and blue.”

Thirty Years Ago Tonight

Thirty Years Ago Tonight

Thirty years ago today, Pan Am 103, a Boeing 747 that departed Heathrow for JFK, was blown up at just after 7pm while at 31,000 feet over Scotland.

Alone Again In Hertfordshire (But Not Really Alone)

Alone Again In Hertfordshire (But Not Really Alone)

The wife is off to Lisbon for two days again for work. I got back a little while ago from dropping her off at the airport. So I'm home alone... with the British spiders: It's been reported here and there in media that British homes are facing an incursion this autumn of LARGE spiders (as … Continue reading Alone Again In Hertfordshire (But Not Really Alone)

What The Poet “Said”

What The Poet “Said”

It's a pleasant surprise to have your phone ping around 10pm and find this, as I did last night. I screen captured it earlier this morning. Yes, this is about the time I usually start my day: That opener is from my new poet friend, Tracey, in Cambridge. She'd found out who I am through … Continue reading What The Poet “Said”

Noticed By A Poet

Noticed By A Poet

A couple of months ago a mutual friend put me in touch with a poet in Cambridge. Tracey, the poet, is also a self-confessed "techno-phobe." Nonetheless, she is hoping to see her work in e-book form (it's already in print) and our shared friend had thought of me, and I offered to help. In the … Continue reading Noticed By A Poet

“You can’t see me or touch me….”

“You can’t see me or touch me….”

This is the sort of social media that is indeed "social": a sympathy message last night from an Irish friend - a longtime girlfriend of ours in Dublin, with whom we'd traveled to Florida in the summer of 2014. Several years back, her parents passed away within a year of each other. She had also … Continue reading “You can’t see me or touch me….”

Anna Barbauld (In The Middle Of The Night)

Anna Barbauld (In The Middle Of The Night)

I was messaging with my "chocolate cake delivering" cousin last evening. She's feeling exceptionally down about her Dad and my mother. Obviously, I'm shattered about my mother and saddened about her father, too. Going back and forth helps a little bit, I suppose. I've had to leave my phone on "airplane mode" overnights in recent … Continue reading Anna Barbauld (In The Middle Of The Night)

Customer Experience

In proofing Frontiers, I am re-discovering that qualitative reading "difference" between print and e-books. Both versions have their pluses and minuses, and I still maintain I would not chuck out print books in exchange for e-books. E-books have their role, but they are not everything. I do final corrections by reading the paperback proof, scribbling … Continue reading Customer Experience