Originally posted on Strayfish Arts:
I’ve used the last of the squint-eye sized boards* so now I am onto a slightly more manageable 16 x 9. This is a view slightly to the north of the previous scene. Again I’ve… Continue reading Adur landscape #2
Originally posted on Writings of a Furious Woman:
Be a lady they said. Your skirt is too short. Your shirt is too low. Your pants are too tight. Don’t show so much skin. Don’t show your thighs. Don’t show your breasts. Don’t show your midriff. Don’t show your cleavage. Don’t show your underwear. Don’t show your shoulders. Cover up. Leave something to the imagination. Dress modestly. Don’t be a temptress. Men can’t control themselves. Men have needs. You look frumpy. Loosen up. Show some skin. Look sexy. Look hot. Don’t be so provocative. You’re asking for it. Wear black. Wear… Continue reading Be A Lady They Said
Really, do it, have the new jab. Easiest way to save a life. I’ll be having mine as soon as it’s offered. Continue reading ‘Have the New Jab’
Frau Nein Frau Nein Blocks deal Britain must walk over broken glass Boris takes control It’s German intransigence he says That means 80% no deal Is real Talks expire today Says the Mail Online In its headline We all hope together But for different things Found poem taken from the text of the Mail Online front page December 13th 2020. (c) Suzanne Conboy-hill 2020 Continue reading ‘Rubbish’
NORTH STAR ‘Come on, prezzie time.’ Stella’s mother slapped a hat on Stella’s head and held out a tube of sunblock, ‘You’ll need it to go outside.’ ‘I won’t because I’m not going outside.’ ‘Please, just stop grumping, see if … Continue reading North Star: a girl, an old friend, and a Christmas present
TIME LIKE THE PRESENT Arthur inspected himself: shirt, pullover, trousers (with belt), and sock. Just the one sock. The other was stranded on the end of his foot like a piece of flotsam at high tide, a pixie hat of … Continue reading Time like the present: a war time veteran and a dinner date across time
Santa’s IQ Test ‘If Santa really exists,’ Gary announced in the professorial monotone of his Asperger’s, ‘he will be able to read it.’ Trevor looked into the serious blue eyes of his nine year old son and took delivery of … Continue reading Santa’s IQ Test: a Christmas story
Christmas Chaos Clarice puffed out her cheeks, pink with the cold, and screwed up her eyes against the chill wind. She turned her face to the sky and peered through frosty lashes at the heavy clouds lumbering in from the … Continue reading Christmas Chaos: a little girl, a fairy, and a promise
Originally posted on Conboyhillpaintingmedia:
Periodically, when I get stuck or frustrated at how things are going, I make a copy of a painting that’s caught my eye. It could be the colours, the style, the composition, anything really; and I… Continue reading Diversion – copy for practice
Never forgotten. Never forget. Never again. Continue reading For Shoreham
