Tag Archives: medville

le vent

Posted on July 24, 2021 by ceayr

Click here to hear the poet read his words: le vent the wind dances downthe valley of the Rhoneand kisses the Golfe du Lionbefore turning eastwardand following the coastto Medville she comes in many formsgentle soothing caressingher lightness of touchbringing … Continue reading →

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Rainbow – Sunday Photo Fiction

Posted on November 4, 2018 by ceayr

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge presented by Susan Spaulding, who has taken over this great weekly prompt from my old friend Al Forbes. This week’s inspiring photo comes courtesy of the delightfully named April Pearson. .The idea is … Continue reading →

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Ma Belle Voisine

Posted on September 22, 2016 by ceayr

I wrote this piece almost a year ago. This seems like the right time to publish it. Click here to hear me read it: Ma Belle Voisine Every now and again we meet someone special. My neighbour is just such … Continue reading →

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Jerry

Posted on September 4, 2015 by ceayr

Jerry Sometimes life delivers a kick in the hee-haws. I stop at the little café in the square yesterday afternoon after my swim. As I shake hands with my friend Ramos, the proprietor, I see a box on the bar. … Continue reading →

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Sound Bite Fiction

Posted on October 10, 2014 by ceayr

This on-going collection of stories has been and are being written in my current home on the Côte d’Azur.Many of the tales are based in and around the town I call Medville, others are situated in Scotland, and the remainder take place in less … Continue reading →

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15th August 1944

Posted on August 15, 2014 by ceayr

15th August 1944 The little town is empty, not a soul to be seen. Le Maquis, the French Resistance movement, pass the word to the villagers and the remaining families withdraw into the foothills of the Maures. In the morning … Continue reading →

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Carnival Day – Haibun Thinking

Posted on May 13, 2014 by ceayr

AnElephantCant contemplate his life here Without the pleasures of eating and drinking So he continues to scribble About all sorts of nibbles And posts it here on his blog but not Haibun Thinking In the face of mounting indifference, AnElephant … Continue reading →

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A Quiet Town – Haibun

Posted on January 2, 2014 by ceayr

AnElephantCant stand loud noises He even has a quite quiet and hushful trumpet There is no standing ovation When to his great consternation The giraffe next door acquires a drum kit A Quiet Town The fountain under the lights reflects … Continue reading →

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