Summer by wolfiewolfgang
As our English summer staggers to its inglorious end here in Lewes, East Sussex, I thought I would share this poem with you. I wrote “Summer” last Summer when we had a lot more heat than we have had this…
Discovery Apples – the last temptation of summer.
I am about to eat this apple but I thought I would share it with you first. It is one of my favourites, Discovery, and it is also one of the earliest fruiting of English apples often being ready in…
The broadband doctor pays a visit.
I had kept putting off the inevitable with my broadband problems. I dreaded making the call to one of those call centres in the sky where an army of IT geniuses blind me with science and convince me that I…
I am frightened that Brach Mound in Lewes is coming to get me.
I was walking home this morning to my house in Lewes in East Sussex in England and I noticed, at the top of Sun Street, more greenery than there used to be visible from this position. Maybe I was imagining…
Books – the new plague of Lewes.
I have a problem and I just can’t make up my mind what I should do about it. It is all about books. They are wonderful things and I have always surrounded myself with them but, as time goes on,…
What shall I do about the Pope and some (other?) religious relics?
On the wall in my study here in Lewes in England, I have a gilded crucifix that a friend gave me when we were on a visit to Rome for a meeting in The Vatican. I wasn’t going to see…
Summer’s farewell
Sometimes I wish that I didn’t listen to the radio. Yesterday morning as I was getting up on a warm sunny morning, I heard the meteorological report and the news was bleak. the tempeeratures are going to drop by mid-week…
Running – my new Fib.
Here is a reading of my latest published poem, a Fibonacci piece called Running: And just in case you are still interested, here are some of my other published fibonacci poems…..they are all in the Fib Review and, in my…
Horace is back!
I know you all missed him as much as I did but he is back and everything seems fine with the World again. My special friend, Horace, is a garden spider, no, he is the garden spider, supreme hunter and…
A peaceful day in Lewes interrupted by technology but inspired by a drug-crazed genius.
I don’t think I am more neurotic than the next man but others may disagree. Mostly I am quite calm about things or so I like to think. Maybe I am wrong. So I don’t want to go on about…