Dear Pogue, This is a letter that I have started several times only to find it populating the waste bin. I know what I feel and want to say but have never found the right way to express it. You see, this letter will start with an idea, a rather passionate one, something I need … Continue reading An Unholy Rant
Dear Pogue, Someone once said question everything, and with my ability to see most all possibilities - my blessing and my curse - I do that more often than not. So, when I was told about Hell, its existence, its intention and its imminent threat to me, I was troubled. I went along with the … Continue reading Go to Hell
Dear Pogue, Right back at the start, in our first exchange of correspondence, words on paper, ink, messy finger prints (what would a letter be without a blotch or two?) uneven margins, you remember? Well we committed to our own personal attempt at a revolution. One that we would have for fun, spurred on and … Continue reading Let me tell you a secret.
Dear Pogue Tell me, do you have a list of your favourite things? Yeah, I know how it goes: “Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens, bright copper kettles and warm woollen mittens”. Very good, but listen, I mean...not the clothes you bought this season, that you’ll wear and wear, then replace as the new … Continue reading Jon Boy
Dear Pogue, Yesterday I did something I haven’t done in long, long time. I took a kite and flew it. More precisely, I went to the beach and flew my kite. The very best of days! The Classical Chinese described kite flying as “airing the soul” and there may be something in that. Uncomplicated yet … Continue reading Airing my soul
Dear Pogue, Just a quick thought to remind us both that there is magic in our world with one of my favourite quotes. People need to be told that over and over. We started to exchange letters on freethinkers and it will take a freethinker to find that place. Undoubtedly it is a place filled … Continue reading As Mad as Hatters
Dear Pogue, Are you OK? I haven't written for a while as I have been travelling. Travelling sort of messes with my head and crashes my routine, especially when there's a time difference. When I am not writing I initially don't concern myself. Then, as time passes, concern begins to creep up and eventually a … Continue reading The Articulate Silence