RICK HAYNES

Bluebells always make me smile blue haze beneath a cornflower, cloudless sky a blue haze shifts gently in the spring breeze, a cluster of bluebells has crept through a crack in the broken, grey pavement today is a golden day, the world is wonderful despite mistakes, rifts, regrets despite horrors all around, beauty exists and is found in the most unexpected places. By Tina Cathleen MacNaughton April 2022

This week Tuesday Tales features a poem straight from the heart of the lovely Maureen Barron. There is more to the poem but It's best those details remain untouched. Selfish Tired Me. I watch with one eye as I lie here on the settee with a dog in the curve of my belly and another behind my knee. I watch as you shuffle loudly across the carpet for the millionth time. I long for some peace. I wish you would stop going backwards and forwards. I wish you would stop rattling the p

Principles? The fat man sat in his sumptuous chair taking long puffs on his Havana cigar between sipping a glass of very old Scottish Whiskey. Comfort was very important to the Charity Minister, so he closed his eyes and thought about how he could increase his bank balance. The meagre salary as a member of parliament was simply not enough for his expensive tastes. But in a flash, his self-satisfying grin was wiped away as his aide rushed to his side holding a large folder in