Brighton, UK

(By Moonshine)


(By Moonshine)

Still Standing

(By Moonshine)

Sussex Trailed

(By Dante)


(By Moonshine)

Black Dog

(By Dante)




(By Moonshine)

With My Buddy

By Moonshine

Read More Here

"That which does not kill us, merely delays the inevitable."

This is the chronicle of a dabbler. My nom de plume/guerre/esprit is, commonly, Dante.

I dabble in song, prose, image and verse and a great deal of it just happens, I think, because it has to.

There is an imperative to this process that has often been likened to things ‘natal’.

Once an idea has been conceived, what has to come out will come out, one way or another, whether I want it to or not.

To continue this analogy, what you will see here, should you choose to go on, are the offspring of my mind and spirit and, like all offspring, sometimes we agree; sometimes we don’t.

I assure you, they were all conceived in some degree of passion and some births were easier and less uncomfortable than others. Furthermore, some are clearly products of their time; others less so.

While all these are products of me, by me and, predominantly, for me, I hope the gentle reader/listener/viewer, will find something among the randomness that might fire off a beneficial response or two inside.

I encourage free criticism, questioning and discussion if the urge takes you but, please remember, these are some of my kids we’re talking about here and, just like my real life kids, I’ll talk about them, praise them and grumble about them till the cows come home but I couldn’t/wouldn’t ever change them for the world.

Much of what will appear first is likely to be transferred from my Livejournal pages as I attempt to collate my memories, views and creations into one, accessible place.

In this, (assuming any interest on your part), I beg your patience.


Who? No Longer Is He The Youthful, Striver For Right; Instead, A Chronicler/Chanteur, Or A Joker. Not So Much A Golden Goose, Pooping Golden Eggs; More An Old, Mud-Toned Owl ‘Whoo’ Drops The Odd, Double-Yoker.