Category: HM

  • Flower Picture

    © HMH, 1985

  • Book Series — and Film Remakes — Menace or Miracle?

    Lately, book series and film remakes have haunted my mind. One of the triggers was re-reading the Earth’s Children series. However exciting, however unusual the subject, it is devastating to see the deterioration of style, and accuracy, going through the series. No doubt Ms Auel’s research is pristine, but her writing becomes increasingly lazy and,…

  • Phenomenon

    Are we then likely to reach a conclusion? Must we accept the most basic defeat? Can sweeping statements and primeval landscapes Account for the strangeness, the passionate nature Protecting and challenging glorious bliss? Would life become simpler in subtle tranquillity? Can we achieve such miraculous feats: Claiming insight in marvels beyond our reach? Is love…

  • Great Green Slug

    Acrylic on Canvas This is one painting that I can’t make up my mind about. Some of the elemsts work, others leave me unsatisfied. The strange part is that I don’t know where it hides. . . © HMH, 2000 (+2019)

  • Ignoring the obvious

    A curious event I shared a video clip about racism some time ago. The reactions were numerous and went from approval to the opposite, although most of those who bothered to comment were in favour of the share. What made me think — and think again, was one sanctimonious comment. The content was that those…

  • Post-Valentine’s

    There’s a day: it’s filled with roses. There’s a day of hopeful bliss. There’s a day for pure romances, there’s a day for broken hearts. Will the broken hearts be mended? Will the flowers wither soon? Will a romance grow and prosper? Will that bliss be crushed through life? Are the hopeful days soon ended?…

  • Sun in Splendour

    Acrylic on Canvas © HMH, 2000

  • Still Catching up. New Reviews

    With another eight reviews to go, there isn’t much to say, except that I hope my thoughts on these books will whet your appetites in reading them yourself. MJ Rocissono, Beyond the Wicked Willow A rewarding read MJ Rocissono knows his myths and uses them deftly in his poignant coming-of-age story. It is a delight…

  • Moments

    There are always those split seconds When time stands still and mysteries Come into being. No-one can deny or undo precious Memories or pictures that became Stamped to the inside of the mind. Every man or woman carries This sweet burden Whether they try to diminish or forget That, which was. Kneeling together on a…

  • Otello and Desdemona

    Pencil on Paper © HMH, 1995