Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Yesterday morning an unexpected audible ping greeted my arrival into the living room. Conscious it was Valentines Day, I poetically romanticised this soundscape maybe Cupid's bow string shooting an arrow in my direction - This episode playing out as a gesture of amour from a love struck beau. It was not long, though, before yours... Continue Reading →
Upon entering the living room in Chez Strachan on the morning of 14th February, I was greeted by an unexpected audible ping. With it being Valentines Day, the poet within me romanticised this aural distraction may've emanating from Cupid's bow string. Its source the forceful triggering an arrow in my direction; a gesture of amour... Continue Reading →