Tag Archives: Dancing

Blowing in to an old new world

Posted on December 30, 2013 by

A Strauss waltz dances from the breakfast radio. Outside, the headless firs wave their arms like frenzied violinists in some arboreal orchestra. The tall birches, double basses of the tree world, waver and shiver, constrained by their stature – and … Continue reading →

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Douche bags, a Bluebell Girl & Tex hits the ground in London Town

Posted on October 17, 2012 by

Are you shocked? Are you British? Are you American? All these things I wonder as I type the term ‘douche bag’. It’s not a term I like. I’ve never used it. But Facebook keeps offering me a shopping bag boasting … Continue reading →

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