3rd June – In the Go Dog Go TreeTop Cafe


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Writing can be a lonely place, alone for hours with only memories, thoughts and

emotions for company. Being part of a community (virtual or otherwise) can be a great

help, providing support and encouragement. Gina at Singledust has written this excellent

piece highlighting a community of writers growing and supporting each other through

the Go Dog TreeTop Café. Thank you Gina and to all the writers and poets who contribute

to making each writing day a pleasure.


bty at a new cafe last week!

Welcome to the Go Dog Go Treetop Café

I order a caramel macchiato today, for I need some sugar! I see friends gathered around the table, smiling shaking hands, the circle has widened I note happily, we are blessed to have each other on this journey.

So happy to announce the first Café Collaboration in two parts, S Francis  our cafe host is the brilliant mind behind these two wonderful pieces. His imagination and pure talent combines the pieces from each poet then added his own magic and connected the two parts. I love his ability to make poetry come alive like this!

Solving Lonely Winter Nights

Spring Responds to Winter Loneliness

So I get my coffee and stop and say hello to Charles, The Reluctant Poet, who seems not so reluctant anymore from all the love poems he has been posting! I…

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Hanging Out With The Reluctant Poet

The Reluctant Poet

Across a café  table,

In the Backside of the Night,

A Reluctant Poet

Whispers  into the ears

Of his Calliope,

“Today was a good day.”

She strokes his soul

And draws his pen

Across her heart.

“How many today Charles?”

“One maybe two.

Even with their

Uneven edges

They bring spirit

Into the stillness.”

How could they not

Be tempted ?

In the echo of a dawn

Both drift into the day,

Leaving etched napkins scattered.


The Reluctant Poet  is one of the marvellous souls in the WordPress writing

community. Charles (Chuck) devotes much time shining a light on other poets and

writers, bringing them to notice within this vibrant movement being shaped.

Please pay him a visit and read his poetry. It will bring peace to your heart.

In the Go Dog Go Tree Top Cafe

A wonderful piece of writing from Gina at Singledust. Please take time to visit the Go Dog Go Tree Café and meet some excellent writers.


bty Monday writing at coffee shop

Sitting in a café reading and writing is one of my guilty pleasures. I don’t get a chance to do this often enough. Last Monday morning was the rare occasion I managed it and it was such a lovely time. I will make extra effort to do it again on a regular basis.

But I was alone in that café, and while the solitude made for good writing and reflection having a group of friends to share it with is equally fulfilling to a writer, poet or even just a book lover like me.

I am fortunate that I have another “Café” I can go to without planning to take time off work. It’s a very friendly place filled with warm, talented and inspiring people I am privileged to sit with and have a coffee and chat.

That Café is accessible to anyone who wants…

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Where Poppies Blow


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Imagine, if the poem you are writing now was to be the last one you ever wrote.

This is a thought playing on my mind after finishing an excellent book, “Where Poppies Blow – The British Soldier, Nature, The Great War” by John Lewis-Stempel.  I have brought this thought and the book to the Go Dog Go Treetop Café to ponder over a cup of tea.

Where Poppies Blow is not a collection of poetry per se, but a record of British soldier’s experiences in the First World War, provided by letters and poetry they wrote during the period. Against a background of carnage and destruction, the book portrays how the soldiers were still able to find beauty in nature and the animals they encountered in the battlefields.

From the splendour of the Skylark, set against an early morning sunrise, to their relationship with the horses and dogs following them into battle, the archive of writing shows that even in the darkest situations there is still a glimpse of hope and poetry to be found.

For many of the soldiers the letters and poetry were the last things they ever wrote and, with what they were experiencing around them, death was probably at the forefront of their mind.

Earlier in the week I read an interview with writer and poet Gina Gallyot by Mandibelle 16. One of the things jumping out at me from the interview was part of Gina’s response to one of the questions, “but write as if it is the last essay or poem you will ever get to write.”

Together, the book and the interview do make me mindful, one day, the poem I am writing may be my last.  In a positive way they are reminders to continue to immerse myself in the writing experience.

So, from this week’s hangout I leave you with a wonderful book and the thought that life can be fleeting; enjoy each breath and write like it was the last thing you may ever write.

What are your thoughts on this? The teas are on me.

Hanging Out at Roland’s Ragbag

Roland's Ragbag

It’s been a funny time since moving on from the Go Dog Go Treetop Café. If you didn’t know, there is a General Election going on in the UK next month and the British media is full of Pompous Pontificating Politicians and their Blustering Soundbites (sounds like a pop group from the 1970’s).

Needing a break from this I headed off down to the banks of the River Thames to spend some time in a quintessential English Café and a Cream Tea at Roland’s Ragbag.

I have been frequenting the Ragbag for nearly a year now and sat on the terrace, watching boats gliding down the river, reminds me why I come here.

Roland’s Ragbag opened in July 2016 and the proprietor Mr. Roland Keld provides “A Melange, a Miscellany, a Mishmash – of memories, reflections and comment. There is always a warm welcome awaiting and T.S. Eliot’s quote above the door, “These fragments I have shored. Against my ruins.” give a flavour of what to expect.

Inside, the walls are adorned with wonderful drawings and paintings. Two of my favourites, Ebb Tide and The Patchwork Pachyderm, reflect the eclectic atmosphere of the establishment.

The tables are covered with magazines containing personal insights from Roland’s travel of the globe, complete with drawings and photos to match. From the Artic to Venice, and beyond, his literary descriptions jiggle the wanderer in you.

For the poetry connoisseur, there are poetic forms of every description on the menu and one to suit every mood. Whether you want to laugh or cry, it’s all there for you to order.

If you get a chance please pop in to Roland’s Ragbag and say hello to Roland, there is warmth and inspiration in abundance.

Oh, and don’t forget to check out the room at the back. Mr. R. has a library  to die for.

That reminds me.  I need to pop into the neighbourhood library, there’s a book I need to read. I’ll tell you all about it next week.

Hang Out Thursdays


I enjoyed hanging out so much at the Go Dog Go Treetop Café last week that I have decided to have a good explore of the neighbourhood and see what other quality establishments I can entice you with.

Each Thursday I will tickle your taste buds with insights into these wonderful hangouts, and throw in an occasional book from the poetry shelves of the local library. There may even be an opportunity to interview some of the proprietors and share some of the hottest poems hitting the headlines.

So, it’s backpack on and I’m heading on over to Roland’s Ragbag. Please take time out to pop over to the hangout next Thursday and find out about another hot place in town.

I may even throw in a free T shirt.

Hanging Out at the Go Dog Go Treetop Café

Go Dog Go Treetop Cafe

Great news.

There’s a new online café open, the Go Dog Go Treetop Café.

Last week I took the opportunity to drop in and experience the ambiance. The proprietor, Sailorpoet, (or Mr.S as I affectionately call him) has a warm welcome waiting for all visitors and, as well as some cheeky lattes, you may bump into some excellent poets, poetry and maybe a chance for a collaboration or two.

Describing the focus of the café Mr.S said “ I think of coffee shops as places that people go to be social with friends, to meetup with like-minded creative types, or a place shy or introverted people gather in hopes of overcoming their mortal fears and speaking to some interesting stranger across a room.”

During my time there we talked about a poem I had recently written, Seashell, and got into a little poetic jousting in which the following emerged.