A banquet of sound, black vinyl, white noise; orchestrated decibels, perfect pitch. Deconstructed platter, good taste, good poise; just desserts, justify a burning itch. A scratch which turns attention; an etude, a miscellaneous menu, so […]
… a sonneteer's journey (Tim Grace)
Tag: beatles
Renovated Dream
I’m living in a renovated dream. Walls come tumbling down before my eyes. Rose-coloured glasses wash away the theme of ‘tangerine trees and marmalade skies’. Gone is the porter, that plasticine man. Gone from his […]
Enough of Words
Not all that I write is to be read, you see. Lift your eyes from this page. Enough of words. They talk of freedom; speak of liberty. They are tethered, tarred and feathered. As birds, […]
Our Daily Grind
And so we go about our daily chores, adding and subtracting along the way. Consuming and then replenishing stores. Earning our keep, converting work into pay. And thus, we spin the mill, our daily grind; […]
