Calvin London
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I write fiction, non-fiction and poetry about all things weird and wonderful, past and present. Life is full of different things to spark your imagination. All you have to do is embrace it - join me on my journey.
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My Grandmother's clock (Haiku)
My grandmother’s clock A silent tick tock, tick tock, Nothing more to say. **** [Author's note: I just caught up with Elli's challenge, and when I saw the prompt, I immediately thought of my inherited grandmother's clock (pictured above). It is a very old traveller's clock that her mother used. I had it restored a couple of years ago, and recently have been wrestling with it to get it set to tell the right time. It reminds me of her - always silently watching (it has no chime). and always doing things on her time.
By Calvin London10 months ago in Poets
Lest We Forget – Rosemary for Remembrance, Two-Up for Tradition
Tomorrow, April 25, is ANZAC Day in Australia. For Australia and New Zealand, it is like Remembrance Day in the UK and Veterans Day in the US. It is a day when those who gave their lives in the Gallipoli campaign are remembered.
By Calvin London10 months ago in History
Never Open That Door - The Strange and Slightly Creepy, Mr Underfield
This is part III of this story. So far: Abused by her boyfriend and thrown out of her home, Gabby found solace in a motel run by Mrs Montgomery. She was a motherly, kind person. Her son, a police detective, helps Gabby find a new place to stay. Today, she meets her new landlord, the strange and slightly creepy Mr. Underfield.
By Calvin London10 months ago in Chapters
