George Coombs
Profile
City: Brighton And Hove
Country: United Kingdom
I work as a Tutor for the Open University and am alsoa writer and artist living in Hove in Sussex. All my work has, i would say the object of encouraging people to think and work out their own path in life. I have published two novels and abook of short stories see www.authorhouse.co.uk
I also write poetry – my art tends to have a leaning toward surrealism and an attempt to see below the surface of things and to get people thinking
I am actively involved in helping people in prison and am currently writing a book about this
On my page I am also exhibiting work by Peter Hakala who is one of my prisoners and has a group on Facebook – Peter welcomes correspondence and if you would like to write to him he is at
Peter Hakala L44089
HMP Frankland
Brasside
Durham
DH1 5YD
Groups
George Coombs is a member of ! Creative Writing & Poetry !, Abstract Art, All Around the Styles, All Out Emotion, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Art For The World, Creative, Talented, and Unknown, Freedom In Words & Art, Freedom to Shine, Masterpieces: Literary Workshop, Midnight Ramblers, Pencil Drawing (2 per 24 hrs), Short stories - Spherical Scriptings, The Art of Pain, The beauty of poetry, The true beauty, Up & Coming Writers, Who Needs Color For Beauty? - Black & White Art At Its Best, WMG and Writing: Persuing Happiness.
Journal Entries
Regarding Peter Hakala
Posted 13 days ago.
My New Book
Posted 2 months ago.
My Second Feature
Posted 6 months ago, 2 comments so far.
My First Feature
Posted 7 months ago, 2 comments so far.
My First Journal Entry
Posted 8 months ago, 2 comments so far.
Art
Calendars
Writing
Quietly I Saw
Quietly I Saw Quietly, I saw the child / Watching the Gull / Come in from the sea / Looking for food, / Needing to survive. / Child’s eyes are vast and far / So too, Gulls cry across unending sky…
The Cold
The Cold again / the cold walking / dark paths of time / naked branches / hang limp / like dead limbs… time / for reflection / to be still / fearing a final / terror / where my humanity…
Shadowed Hands
Shadowed Hands night, / branches at / the wondow / beckoning / like / shadowed hands / quietness / in the vast / church / time to look / to see also / to feel… / those / no longer seen – /…
Touching Fowers
Touching Flowers I come here / Where I meet you in / Special quietness. / Rain gently clothes / Flowers with jewels, / I touch you again remembering / Offering service of my / Hands to your dear …
The Path
The Path Thinking of you, I come to our path / With its contorted trees, leafless branches / Vein an overarching sky heavy with rain. / Now, even now all of nature is / Close and together just as w…
Child Gone Away
Child Gone Away / Now he lay there, a still form, / A person gone into final quietness, / A child now with the realm of nature, / Flowers, gifts, good wishes adorned him. / In stillness he taught tr…
