All Along The Watchtower

All Along The Watchtower

 The Grenfell Tower. Still, the horrors unfold. Naturally, we all want answers but they are slow in coming which means anger boils like tar in a cauldron; a simmering brew of hurt stirred to rage by the impotent feelings of utter frustration. Do we blame Theresa May for this tragedy? Is she the one who … Continue reading All Along The Watchtower

The Dark Side Of The Moon

The Dark Side Of The Moon

It was a case of whether Theresa May could weather the storm, or whether she couldn't. The outcome always being in the hands of the British electorate, who, like the Pink Floyd song, cling on in quiet desperation trembling in fear of change, any change. The austerity we as a population have had to endure ensures … Continue reading The Dark Side Of The Moon

After The Gold Rush

After The Goldrush

Insanity breeds fear - fear of the other, fear of change, fear of taking responsibility for your actions. The weak seek out the strong, leaders they perceive as capable of leading the masses unless of course, the masses start taking control of events by realising that they too are strong and that those who lead … Continue reading After The Goldrush



A poem about abuse, by Russell C J Duffy

Chester Himes

"I don't want no niggers on this lot." - Jack L. Warner You would think such racist views as expressed by the head of Warner Brothers in the 1940's and 1950's would have radically changed by the 21st century. You would have thought that racism was indeed a thing of the past. Recently, Don Cheadle made … Continue reading Chester Himes

Village Tales – Romance In Feckenham

The sun fell brittle and chill upon Upper Leafy Lane, where a silver lick of rain coated the grass and hedgerows. The sky was washed porcelain blue and floated like a pale dream above Fekenham’s fair head. The birds were silent now, as though waiting expectantly for something momentous to arrive. Autumn was just around … Continue reading Village Tales – Romance In Feckenham



 First Movement  The street lights from outside my window float fuzzy and indistinct; blobs that glow suspended from a mournful midnight. There are no stars, there is no moon there is only the flat, black, impenetrable dark of the night sky. It is a stark, blank canvas; remote and desperate, it is a heaven devoid … Continue reading Nachtmusik

frances vernon

Frances Vernon

2015 saw the one hundred and twenty-fifth year since the birth of H. P. Lovecraft, an author whose posthumous rise to fame has been a staggering achievement. Unrecognised, in his own lifetime he is now lauded as one of the most significant writers in his genre of choice - horror. If not the, greatest of … Continue reading Frances Vernon

The Easter Uprising

The Easter Uprising

I remember it still, Granddad on mandolin, Nana on piano, my aunts,uncles, my cousins and my parents gathered round for a Cockney Ceilidh. This was in Upminster Road near to Hornchurch. It would have been the late fifties, early sixties. The songs were formed of those two peoples. Of Eastenders and the Irish. Rousing verses … Continue reading The Easter Uprising

The Village Tales of Feckenham Swarberry

The Village Tales Of Fekenham Swarberry

Desires and Designs – The Morning After  Verity woke with the sun slanting through her curtains, the sharp summer sun casting bright shapes across the walls. Verity was warm and comfortable in her bed. She felt an unbelievable sense of satisfaction and looked to her left to make sure it hadn’t all been a dream. … Continue reading The Village Tales Of Fekenham Swarberry