Poetry as Art By John Thomas Dodds I have all these unfinished paintings in notepads, on napkins, in files, on the computer. If only I could with a brush stroke, lay them visible to the ear. Where does a stroke of inspiration come from? Is it always there waiting in the wings, or is
Lament For A Raindrop on an early morning walk a raindrop the size of a palm, in the drizzle of a morning shower, fell into the loving hands of mi esposa, and was carried home to become part of our hearts delight here in the village cats and dogs own the streets, the
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Christmas By John Dodds Christmas kick-started my 50-year love affair with poetry, and although it’s no longer chestnuts roasting on an open fire, or listening to yuletide carols being sung by a choir, it’s still a time where feelings rise to the surface—and that’s what poetry is all about. For a teenager in the
Pews By John Thomas Dodds Notwithstanding the pickling and pruning of the average generation the most widely seen cognitive change associated with ageing is that of the Procedural, Episodic, Working, and Semantic memory. The functioning or lack of is uniquely personal and can be of some concern. Personally this memory/recall thing doesn’t really
Comes A Time For Dying By John Thomas Dodds Comes a time, comes a time for dying when the shadow walks away. Up until it dawned on me in an evening of sunsets, it wasn’t anything I paid much attention to. Lacking an extended family to speak of, in half a century anyone who
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La Vista By John Thomas Dodds If there is one thing ex-pats have in common its having travelled far and wide, and one of the things we might have noticed is the human penchant for seeking the high ground. It is the domain of the wealthy and the spiritual, the adventurous and the driven,
