What is this? Where am I? Are these the white tiles of the morgue? I think I can hear the whispered voices around me. Is he breathing? No we’re too late, let’s see where the breath has gone, open him up, see if we can catch the last and final fleeting thoughts. Ha ha!…
What is this? Where am I? Are these the white tiles of the morgue? I think I can hear the whispered voices around me. Is he breathing? No we’re too late, let’s see where the breath has gone, open him up, see if we can catch the last and final fleeting thoughts. Ha ha! There…
What is this? Where am I? Are these the white tiles of the morgue? I think I can hear the whispered voices around me. Is he breathing? No we’re too late, let’s see where the breath has gone, open him up, see if we can catch the last and final fleeting thoughts. Ha ha! There…

Call it freedom – that stuff we all want more of. Where do I find the guides to help unravel the perplexities of daily life? Up there? Down here? The casual meeting in the street? ‘Whatever may be meant by moral landscape.’* Archaic corners of the industrial wasteland where only cold winds blow. OK, the…

“And I wrote her an answer, just for to let her know That no young man would venture where he once could not go, O he once could not go.” * She provides the allegorical element, Uncle Wally added thereby setting himself off on his latest ‘last adventure’ again. From which arises that essential feeling…
Or worse, what if I am really ambitious but too scared to admit it and then to find myself wanting? Lacking drive and skills, courage and the fear of humiliation and failure. That what happened was that many years ago I attempted to opt for a quiet life only to be faced with the depredations…

Energy, potential, conflict, resistance . . . the lively daring of democracy that must struggle with the tendency for power to entrench itself and with a mixture of clever advertising, propaganda and scapegoating, plus the occasional demonstration of the willingness to use lethal power. Power and it’s paymaster, wealth. It seems that as long as…
Exactly how long will this rain continue? No, I know you can’t tell me but, you see, I journeyed long and hard to escape the Devon rain only to discover that it is much the same in London. And I only have a couple of days here before I have to head back to Devon.…
Exactly how long will this rain continue? No, I know you can’t tell me but, you see, I journeyed long and hard to escape the Devon rain only to discover that it is much the same in London. And I only have a couple of days here before I have to head back to Devon.…
Exactly how long will this rain continue? No, I know you can’t tell me but, you see, I journeyed long and hard to escape the Devon rain only to discover that it is much the same in London. And I only have a couple of days here before I have to head back to Devon.…
Exactly how long will this rain continue? No, I know you can’t tell me but, you see, I journeyed long and hard to escape the Devon rain only to discover that it is much the same in London. And I only have a couple of days here before I have to head back to Devon.…
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Different WORDSTALL Categories in the past supported the mainly experimental personal writing in posts. The previous list of Category headings was: Anti-gravity Surgery / Atelier / Catastrophe Games / Echo Effects / Exodus / Fundamental Perversions / Hitting the Potholes / Holy Fool-Hero / In Conversation / Old Men Traveling / On the Street / Out in the Wilderness / Over and Beyond / Tonite at the Coliseum. Some of these still persist or recur as Tag key-words.
The even earlier Category headings for the walkingtalkingwriting blog (2006-2012) have been forgotten, but can be explored if desired via the long tail of monthly posts for those years here.