Simon Kellow Bingham

Those badgers have a lot to answer for...

Local legends, both. Been a while since I was up there, but the forest is a-calling (not the football team😂)

Re-inhabiting the body, after being brought low, is an incredible journey. It's not the same vehicle, the relationship has changed, awareness heightened, and there is value in that...

Suitably bloodthirsty!

Giant mythic dinosaur, Godzilla, sits in a field, petting cows as a human would pet cats

A little bit of comic genius to brighten this corner of the webness... love this artist...

Not guilty, m'lud, twas the dragon...

Over the Sea: A poem in alliterative verse by Tony Clarke .. Now straining sail ‧ sends them along. / Land is lost to sight; life itself seems gone. / A moon-pale man ‧ begins to moan; / groans to his gods ‧ to grant him death ...

Tony Clarke, "Over the Sea", on Forgotten Ground Regained
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You've got to get your ducks to make an omelette...

I have no idea what I'm doing right now. Well, I do, but it's complex, and might even be groovy...

Woof, woof!

Looking well on it, sir!

Gen A.I. barons want us talkinge alone on our phones to a demon thei created, and not goinge places and being wyth each othir yn art and joy and communitye. Thei want cinemas to shut downe and broadwaye to go darke. Thei want wryteres to stop writinge. Thei want to build hell and have us pay for it.

I had a dream in which it was discovered that women could fly. As a species we only didn't know about this because the technique had been forgotten, and men had forbidden talk of such things for millennia...

Khnece -Nairyan vocal ensemble / Խնեցուն երգը YouTube video by Nairyan vocal Ensemble

Currently enjoying the Armenian acapella folk singing of the Nairyan vocal ensemble. Sometimes the Internet connects to magic...

www.youtube.com/watch?v=gzfG...

The rain felt wetter today, more fluid if that were at all possible, licking and splashing, tripping down the back of my neck, sending rivulets running across my glasses, slippery, wet, like walking through curtains of sardines, but without any toast with which to catch them...

"Within this temporal body composed of a hundred bones and nine holes there resides a spirit which, for lack of an adequate name, I think of as windblown."

Matsuo Basho
The Knapsack Journal, 1687

The Wanderer Slows His Pace For almost a year now I have been spinning plates and travelling across the water to Britain and back, not sure of where I’ll settle, maybe I never will. For now, I am resting my head most of…

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Have you checked your local little free library lately...!?

Are we really, still denying our local dragons a little poetry, when they love it so? Rosa-Fury wrote some of her own centuries ago, it was alliterative verse, very fash back in the day. Once forgotten, now regained it seems, as I read some to her the other day that she remembered composing...

A dark shadowed space looms up ahead, wide enough for a carriage, but too low for a modern tractor. Crows call and curse. There is a chill in the air. A dog howls. Time to run...

The Devil's Bridge is a quiet, cold place that sits at the bottom of a deep holloway, & remains chilly even in midsummer. One day, I will tell the tale of my visit. One day, when the ashes & embers of what happened are blown on the wind...one day.

#booksky

Patience builds...

I've been busy exploring a new place, familiar, but strange, full of monstrous beasts, and singing orcs... back soon!

Mandorlinfiore and the Dragons of Zonza Check out Mandorlinfiore and the Dragons of Zonza - <p>Do you believe in destiny or are you brave and smart enough to make your own luck?<br>In a world ruled by superstition, where ghosts and the old ...

Hahahah! At last! I'm on Bookshop dot org, the site that supports indie bookshops... I love bookshops xxx bookshop.org/p/books/mand...

I seek to amuse, certainly!

About time I wrote a new blog thing. I can hear Danek the Orc poet whistling his tunes in the other room. I should write something before he gets bored and starts singing that damn song again...

Still waiting!

Very respirational, sir!

The power of light and its healing effects are sorely missed under the grey skies of January! Bon courage, monsieur!

Be a Force Multiplier: Empower, Uplift, and Upgrade the World Around You We all carry within us the potential to do more than simply get through life. We have the power to leave a mark, to elevate others, to multiply good in the world. We can leave a pretty decent legac…

We have the power to leave a mark, to elevate others, to multiply good in the world. We can leave a pretty decent legacy if we try. Read more in my blog below:
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A Psalm for the Swingset: A poem in alliterative verse by Sarah J. Monnier The gentle rocking · restfully slow and soft, / a patient pendulum, ponderous in its movements, / and a sunset · that sinks lower / with every exhale ...

"A Psalm for the Swingset" -- a poem by @lore.house in the current issue of Forgotten Ground Regained.

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Enḫéduanna was the priestess of the moon god Nanna in the Sumerian city-state of Ur in about 2300 BC. She was also a political figure, an influencer, and is generally thought to be the first named author in history. Everything she did was news: we even know the name of her personal hairdresser...