When the pen takes control.

There was once a man who said

there’s quite a maelstrom in my head

I’m trying to do all the best things

I sort my bottles and my tins

into their separate bins I throw

but I’m not convinced that they go

to the proper place when they’re sorted

back to the factories where they started

We walked along the beach one day

when my companion said look there

like ivory upon the shingle lay

a sun bleached star, but such a star

as one would see when day is done

and nightfall cloaks the earth once more

to await again the rising sun,

but this star sits upon the shore

and there on the harsh sand lingers

till reclaimed by the tide’s long fingers

Unusually for this author we are looking back to the birthday on

21-9-1866 of H.G. Wells, pioneer of Science Fiction with his first novel, “The Time Machine,” later followed by, “The War of the Worlds,”

Two giants of English literature that deserve mention on their birthdays.

On 18-9-1709 Samuel Johnson, popularly known as Dr. Johnson, lexicographer, compiler of the, “Dictionary,” the definitive reference book for over a century.

19-9-1911 William Golding, author, probably best known for, “The Lord of the Flies,”

When life seems empty

a dog’s love can fill the void

language without words

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“Run Forrest!” the cry rings out, whether it be in his head or from some outside entity, the instinct for survival is strong. It is oft repeated in many different contexts and releases a myriad of emotions in the observer. What a gem of a line that even without repetition will come back to make you yourself say, “Run Forrest run,”