New Year’s Day is often nice and quiet, so what better day to get down to some delightful reading?...

Balls of cotton.Sheep on drugs. Floating in the sky above.Black hands picked them in the fields.White hands wove them in the mills.Balls of cotton.Sheep on drugs. Floating in the sky above....

Is it a font? Is it an alphabet?...

A quick fire poem about the path to peace tapped out early one Friday morning. I hope you like it. 
Bang at paper
not with gun
Bang at paper 
fight for love

Stab at keyboard 
not with knife 
Stab at keyboard 
force for life 

wall is stronger than the spear 
quill is lighter...

For the next few weeks I am going to collect here on this blog my main touchstones for the story of communication. From survival sounds, pleasure and pain cries, hand gestures, body language, singing Neanderthals, the classical civilisations, religion, old, middle and modern English, English, our planet’s 7000 or so...