Life is Amazing…
I hadn't written any poetry in a very long while , then one night - in the middle of the night - I woke up and scratched out these words on the back of an energy bill envelope: Put pen to paper one last time wring a poem from my aching soul let the... Continue Reading →
At one rather lavish dinner party I attended, the conversation focussed on the food being presented and its preparation. Recipes were discussed and shared. The hostess addressed me: "What's your favourite recipe Alison?" Favourite recipe? I don't do recipes. I just cook. I racked my brain for a recipe. Any recipe. "Ahhhhhh.....uuuhhhmmmm....Empty Fridge." Gasp. Silence.... Continue Reading →
1. I was devoted to blue. But when I met the grey of Copenhagen, I consecrated myself to the priesthood of its tones. from At Kierkegaard’s tomb by Enrique Moya When I was living in Budapest, I used to go to Vienna every couple of months to join in the Labyrinth Poetry evenings at Cafe... Continue Reading →
Alison Amazed 