Fame
when now imagined
strays
from certain wilder dreams
to tamer ones.
In any case
persists.
Just
out
of reach.
Though chances
ebb
my heart still
lacks
self-love
enough
to
stop
that search.
This quiet
craving.
For
some
sense of
full
esteem.
Which never
grew
within.
Fame!
At last. 🤩
“Beyond my wildest dreams!!” 🙌 🎉
(Well, er, maybe not that far, but…)
Bristol 24/7 SW England’s biggest independent magazine
published a piece about me, this month:
I promised them to put the link here.
And ask if you lovely people could be kind enough to click it, for a moment?🙏
That article is the only recognition I have ever had, outside of WordPress.
(Given my obscurity, age, and poor health: it might remain singular.)
The feature contains biographical information, plus artwork and photography.
I don’t enjoy self-promotion. Yet, perhaps, you will forgive me, on such an occasion?
So, please, take a look, if you can.
Did you like any of the images?
I hope you found it of some interest?
Comments are always VERY welcome!🤞🏻🙂
Thank you
for reading.
(PS: Any art, or photography, on the blog is mine.)
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