Once Upon a Time There Was a Writer…

Never ever fails to inspire.

A Thing for Words

Still Life with Lemons on a Plate. Vincent van Gogh, 1887

“What are you doing?”

“Trying to write a new story for my kids collection.”

“What’s it about?”

“I don’t know yet because I haven’t been able to start it.”

“Why not?”

“Because I keep getting distracted.”

“I only just came into the room. You’ve been in here for over an hour.”

“I’m blocked, Jeannie, okay?” 

“What does that even mean?”

“It means I can’t find anything to write about, or can’t get started for some odd reason…like being distracted by my daughter.”

“So this is my fault again. Here, let me help you begin.”

“No, really, I’d prefer it if you’d…”

“Once upon a time, there lived a shoemaker who couldn’t make shoes anymore.”

“Seriously, would you please…”

“So this shoemaker had a daughter, who was the most beautiful and intelligent girl in the kingdom.

“Where’s this going?…

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The Dark Streets

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I’ve been listening to The Waterboys songs lately, their lyrics are meaningful and their music is always dramatic. In this following piece of mine I’ve used 18 of their song Titles as the foundation for my poem. To other Waterboys fans who read this post, I hope my words have done The Waterboys the justice they deserve, by all their glorious songs. 

The combined Trumpets of the world are sounding

Being carried on today’s Lonesome Old Wind

Resonating loudly for The Stolen Child

And Choirs are singing The Faery’s Last Song

Where did their promise go, and there’s no Sweet Thing in sight

Will the children get to view The Whole Of The Moon again

When will they ever cry out, “This Is The Sea”

Searching for their parents, crying “Where Are You Now When I Need You”

Children crawling Down Through The Dark Streets

Cowering under black…

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Pictures from the Mind (1)

Thank you to all at Vita Brevis for choosing Picture from the mind (1) for publication on 31st July 2018 and complimenting it with Village Twilight by Issac Levitan. Thank you also to those who stopped by on their travels and left a comment.

Vita Brevis

Submitted by Chris Black

We watched as he plodded home keeping between the drills.

Reins slung over his right shoulder
The grey mare sauntering behind
Chewing from a well-earned nose bag.

Hat in hand, head bowed in prayer
The chimes of the Angelus bell ringing out
6pm – the village church some four miles away.

He lifted the latch on the half-door
Whistled the sheep dog, beckoned us
It was milking time.

Later we’d sit, drink tea
Eat chunks of homemade bread
Covered in freshly made raspberry jam.

We well recalled the night you died.

Photo Credit: Isaac Levitan – Village. Twilight.

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Daily poem Terza Rima: A summer’s day, a summer’s night

Well worth a share.

Jane Dougherty Writes

Last day of July, the end of the Terza Rima epic. Here is the whole thing. Surprisingly it does more or less hang together as a complete poem.

Heat crackles with shrill insect sounds, and birds

sing songs of sun and baking drought the day,

the night recedes, a tide of vacant words.

I asked the stars if only they would stay

when next the day awakes and fades the night

into the dawn, a paler shade of grey.

Reach the hope that shines out with the light

of each new day though hidden in the veil

of dewy mist that lingers after night.

Though clouds may boil and billow, charged with hail,

sweet birdsong fills the trees where river loud

relates to those who’ll listen, summer’s tale.

Storm beats about this house with heavy cloud,

rain lashes over newly shaven field,

with fierce hands wind lays hay stalks like…

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Sunday listening: “The Legend of Buford Pusser”

Burgin Mathews


This Sunday’s listening, purchased a few days ago at Secondhand Sam’s in Jasper, Alabama: Eddie Bond Sings The Legend of Buford Pusser, 10 songs on the life & death of the McNairy County, Tennessee, sheriff known for waging war against organized crime, prostitution and moonshine in south Tennessee. This album’s notes describe Pusser as “an American folk hero” and “rugged symbol of honest law enforcement”; he carried a huge wooden stick as all-purpose weapon and was famous (his memory still celebrated by many admirers today) for his relentless, ruthless approach to the law. Pusser made lots of enemies and was subject to a few assassination attempts. His wife was killed in 1967 in an ambush meant for the lawman; Pusser survived the attack, his mangled jaw put back together with wire mesh.

Eddie Bond was a one-time rockabilly singer who’d also served as Buford Pusser’s deputy — and who, at…

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