The Big Dream
for a detective story with a difference go to:
http://www.everydayfiction.com/the-big-dream-by-stuart-larner/
Saturday, 15 March 2014
Saturday, 8 March 2014
Courtship by an Equilibrist
I saw a circus acrobat balancing on street furniture, and wondered if he was trying to attract the attention of a lady in the crowdgo to
http://www.everydaypoets.com/courtship-by-an-equilibrist-%e2%80%a2-by-stuart-larner/
to see how he got on.
Thursday, 30 January 2014
Find solace from the terrible storms that have lashed our coast
published in the Scarborough Review
How
Celebration Grows
On
the sea's raging white horses
That
beat hooves against our coast,
I
saw a Scarborough fishing boat ride home
Encircled
by celebrating gulls.
I
marvelled at how, in such a storm,
The
excitement of one gull could attract so
many,
But
didn't know how important that sight could be.
For
now, Chinese New Year of the Horse,
When
the sea's stallions stampede again,
I
remember summer donkeys plodding on the sand,
And
know how the excitement of one child
Drew
in the hearts of so many, including me.
Stuart Larner
Tuesday, 14 January 2014
NEW POEM
Ever had the feeling that the world has changed, and you just can't put your finger on what it used to be like?
To see how I coped go to:
http://www.everydaypoets.com/the-shop-that-isnt-there-by-stuart-larner/
Ever had the feeling that the world has changed, and you just can't put your finger on what it used to be like?
To see how I coped go to:
http://www.everydaypoets.com/the-shop-that-isnt-there-by-stuart-larner/
Friday, 27 December 2013
link to poem
see what you can dance with today:
http://www.everydaypoets.com/invitation-to-dance-by-stuart-larner/
Saturday, 30 November 2013
Poem: Pool Lifeguard
ever wondered what it was like to work in a swimming pool?
see:
http://www.everydaypoets.com/pool-lifeguard-by-stuart-larner/
A Present from Scarborough
You went to the shops to get someone a present,
And wrapped it with the best glitter you could buy.
Now the time comes, you watch them open it.
And in this first moment, they stop, stock-still,
Sensing there is something else as well inside.
Something else they cannot see, hear, taste, or smell;
Something else they cannot wear or even touch.
Rather, it touches them.
Something else called love.
Stuart Larner
Scarborough Review, December 2013
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