Articulating myself
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Articulations
Articulations: Examples of my creative writing: aphorisms, poems, short stories, humour (“humour”), (auto)biography, translations and more. Read Articulating myself for more details or scroll down.
A Sandstorm Summer Holiday – a memory from 1968
A Sandstorm Summer Holiday – not the best advert for Lytham St Annes, I’m afraid. This is an attempt to write autobiographical flash fiction.
Pinman lives a dangerous life
The pinman in the hazard triangle lives a dangerous life. Here’s a sonnet to celebrate his superhuman contribution to human safety.
Return to Tema: the search for house and school
Part 2 of The Return to Tema, in which, in 2018, I search for the house I remember living in and the school I attended back in 1963 and 1964.
Return to Tema: the motorway then and now
When I was a child and my family were in Ghana, we lived in Tema while my dad worked on the motorway. Tema then was a small coastal town to the east of Accra. Small but busy. Nowadays, it is large and very busy. If it hasn’t yet been absorbed as an outlying suburb of … More…
Writing a wreath – adventures in poetry
From time to time I write poetry, though I wouldn’t want to encourage you to think I’m any sort of reliable guide. This blog post is about writing a type of verse called a wreath. Take from it what you can and disregard the rest. How many senses? A couple of weeks ago, my friend … More…
A Man Walks into a Bank – Flash Fiction
A man walks into a bank wearing nothing but a smile … This was the FlashNano prompt for 23rd November, and this short story was my response.
Skiing downhill, with or without an audience
Skiing downhill was never my strong suit – let’s face it, skiing was never my strong suit – but once upon a time I used to ski every winter.
A November Legacy – looking back at TheSupercargo
After all these years there’s a legacy of posts at TheSupercargo stretching back for 10+ years; here are some November adjacent ones.
An Autumn Haunted Cinquain – a seasonal poem
An Autumn Haunted Cinquain is a poem of horror and fog – and about words and wordplay on Twitter. A poem from 10 years ago, revisited.
Shanks’s pony is getting tired
Shanks’s Pony is an old idiom for feet and walking. I’ve been having problems with my feet – they don’t like carrying me any more.