Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred
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The Hurt of Not Writing
Yesterday I didn’t write , but I wanted to . This wasn’t writer's block (I have written a piece on how I deal with this here), this was something else. Normally I can write about anything , a piece of junk I found in the street , something I found at the bottom of a rucksack , a person I have met , an album or book I like , or something that happened to me in the past.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 years ago in Confessions
My Love Is A Rose
This is an excuse to re-air my cover of Neil Young’s “Love Is A Rose” which I recorded when rehabilitating my left hand. People say I can do a good Neil Young impression, this is me with the band Spoon covering “Rockin’ In The Free World”.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 years ago in Poets
Rose of England
I was watching an Agatha Christie “Marple” tonight and the phrase “faint heart never won fair hand “ was said which made me think of a favourite Nick Lowe song “Rose of England” , so this is for a very special girl who lives in London , my Muse.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 years ago in Poets
How Our Facebook Vocal Groups Evolve
I often see people posting old Vocal stories to increase the reads, but the problem is once you have read a Vocal story , further visits will not increase the reads on that story. I thought it is a bit pointless sharing old stories because only new readers will count.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 years ago in Journal
The Tiny Annoyance
There are many things that are irritating at times, which may also be a slight annoyance at times. This could refer to things, animals, or even people. So we will include Carly Simon’s “You’re So Vain'' just in case anyone takes the words to heart.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 years ago in Poets
A Long Conversation
Sat around the metal brazier , glowing red on this cold night the two men were wondering how they came to be sitting here. They were trying to keep warm under the railway arch and the brazier was just a a punctured tin drum fuelled by any wood or burnable rubbish they could find,
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 years ago in Fiction
