Category Archives: Thoughts

The Mallet and the Egg

It is imperative we reduce CO2 levels from its present level of 400 ppm, to 150 ppm. You’re sure you heard that right, Buster? Only at 150 ppm all plant life dies. Yeah, sure. That’s the only way to solve … Continue reading

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I have a new name…

NOTE. NOTE. NOTE. NOTE. As of yesterday, crimsonprose has a new name. Mine. AND a domain. Yep, after seven years of hiding behind the blog’s name, I’ve arrived. crispinakemp.com But other than that, nothing changes. All links remain. Your comments … Continue reading

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BTW

BTW I shall be off-line for a while today while my laptop visits the doctor. I hope to be back on by the evening. But here’s advance warning in case…

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What Pegman Saw: They Came to Trade

They came to trade, they stayed to rule, They came with strange weapons and their tools; They claimed the protection of their god And believed that we’d be overawed. They took our food, they took our land, They broke us, … Continue reading

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Sunday Picture Post: Dr Prunella

After last week’s Poison, I thought I’d go for something more … beneficial. Selfheal, prunella vulgaris, is the herbalist’s heal-all. The leaves dried and steeped to make a tisane, it can be used to treat throat infections, or it can … Continue reading

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Cold Hands, Cold Heart

Glacial – the place you called home Glacial – the love you claimed you bore me Glacial – the heart you said was devoted to me Glacial – the smile you seldom turned on me Glacial – the looks that … Continue reading

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What Pegman Saw: My Destination

Up early, a last double-check of the pack. Everything in, nothing forgotten? The taxi toots. We bundle in. ‘Coach station please.’ Saturday, turnaround day, the holidaymakers go home. The driver calls, ‘London Victoria.’ That’s ours. The coach is crowded, multi-ethnic … Continue reading

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What Pegman Saw: I Revere Thee

To leave a life of wealth and power And enter a sea of suffering and pain To wander, begging bowl in hand While its cause and cure to find; Enlightenment at last beneath a tree: For these reasons I revere … Continue reading

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A Light Amid Dark

“I’m selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can’t handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my … Continue reading

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What Pegman Saw: Stones for the Dead

Wood is for the living; stone for the dead. That’s the old way. Yes, Papa, but if we keep chopping down trees and grubbing them up, there’ll be nothing left but the ancestral stones. My boy, my boy, we honour … Continue reading

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