Rie and the Old Man Chapney Bagel Test – Short Story
It was not unusual that every single morning Rie would awake to the drumming of her mother’s voice vibrating throughout the house. Her mother’s voice was skillful at climbing the […]
Author Archives: B. L. Crisp
Grease Musical at Stoke Newington Secondary School
Last night I had the great pleasure of taking my son and daughter to watch our local secondary school’s version of the musical Grease. It had been a while since […]
Good Health is Good Society and the Power of Creativity
The mantra used during the recent inaugural Global Healthy Workplace Awards & Summit I helped co-host under the banner of i-genius, was ‘Good Health is Good Business‘, but I would […]
National Space Centre, National Forest and Twinlakes Photo Blog
Time is grabbing a hold of the seconds that trickle by during this Easter Holiday. We’ve dived into national heritage buildings, danced with animals at the Zoo, skated across ice, […]
Jellyfish
How to return to that feeling Those trailing fingers whose bloom of frequencies still linger Illuminating breaths of life to pulsating lips Like a whirlpool we danced above coral caressed […]
For Now I am Winter
It receded and substracted the elements of time It’s own ambient space and velvet tongues… of my own whispering shadows, Dancing to shed the blocked void Requiem, howling, and fatigue… […]
First Draft of Novel Finished
Phew… it’s been a long time coming, but the first draft of my novel has been completed whilst in my grandparent’s kitchen in the countryside with the sound of sports […]
Map
In my nebulous shadow I hold the map of our world Hands reposed on my knees Each country shaped with my own eyes Time slipping beneath the void Life measured […]
From Evolution to A.I. Humanoid Bionic People
Humans have been evolving since the dawn of time, and the amazing thing is that we continue to evolve. Einstein once said ‘imagination is more important than knowledge‘, and to […]
Virgin for Love
The stars hung on a cloudy wave across the night sky The sun had already laid down to rest, surrendering to the moon, We strolled, our skin touching at each […]
