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Before moving to Australia from the UK, I took a combined honours degree in English and Theology at Southampton University, and worked (with not a great deal of enthusiasm,

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Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections on real life heroes: 2 of 169
Our first child, Rhiannwen Cari, was born dead.Her names meant "beautiful princess" and "darling" in Welsh, the language of my ancestors. And she truly was beautiful, too. A cute little button nose, and a full head of dark hair. Delicate features, like her mother.She got tangled up coming out, they said. Apparently, it happen... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Me & you: 8 of 50
DEAD LUCKY"All gotta go sometime,"me Mam used to say.(And she went 'bout a year ago Just about to the day.)And one day, I will cark it.No question of that.I'll end up in a box,and you'll wear a hat.I will be downing a pintand find myself downed.Wander off fishingand end up all drowned.I'll walk under a bus.(If one ever turns ... More..
Business > Human Resources Tips for encouraging effective communication: 5 of 22
THE SIX VITAL PRINCIPLES OF INTERNAL COMMUNICATIONIn any modern organisation, the power relationship of the executive and management team vis vis the rest of the company has changed radically in recent years.Many people argue that that the primary responsibility of the boss or bosses is to shareholders and owners.And that job... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Death of a parent: 9 of 35
COMFORTABLEStarting slightly, waking from dreams of who-knows-where, the old woman lifted eyelids that seemed weighed down by the heaviness of history.Peering narrowly, she struggled to see anything clearly, robbed of the assistance of her battered bi-focals, removed by the kindly nurses lest she roll her head and snap them, ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: War: 180 of 544
18 SECONDS ON THE NEWSNot my faultsaid the generalnot mine said the adjutantnot mine said the lawyernot mine said the troopernot mine said the head honchonot mine said the bullet makernot mine said the terroristnot mine said the freedom fighternot mine said the plannernot mine said the stafferAnd in her Gaza tenement, themoth... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Christmas during wartime: 5 of 14
1940When the bombers cameThey would drop flaresThe ones in frontTo show the ones behindWhere the docks were.They would fall, like ribbonsSometimes on the docksSometimes on the housesThen the bombs would fall.One night, all the ribbonsSnaked down onto the hillBehind the docks.And next day the ships got awayBut there were no mo... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Pain in life: 231 of 594
A DAY WITHOUT YOUA day without you is likeA sun with no warmthA scone with no jamA dog with no barkA flower with no scentA tear with no meaningA game with no scoresA tree with no shadeA wave with no curlA beach with no shellsA cat with no walkA walk with no windA child with no smileA world with no dancesA love with no secrets... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Soul Mates: 101 of 246
In a pub.A lifetime ago.You stood.Chin raised.Eyes delighted.The band played on.I thought they were crap.You clapped along.So, so did I.I couldn't keep up.Your rhythms peculiar."What are you doing?"I asked.Embarrassed. Uncertain."Soul clapping." You answered."It's what you do. To this stuff."I tried, but couldn't get it.I rea... More..
Entertainment > Music Genres, Trends & Scenes The first time I sang karaoke: 57 of 121
I am, it has to be said, a noisy drunk.Frankly, I am noisy at the best of times, but give me ten beers and a microphone, and my Welsh ancestry does the rest.Yes, karaoke is my idea of social heaven. Call me a dag - and many have - but I love it. There have been times, I'm sure you knew, when I bit off more than I could chew. ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Faith: 143 of 277
A CHILD'S POEMFeeling very small, I looked into his eyes.A soft smile moved on his lips.He threw out his arms,living in the moment,shoulders arching,head thrown back.His span was wider than me.In an instant, outstretching, reaching,he encompassed the trees around him.Between his hands I saw children laughingwomen cryingmen ly... More..