Forced To Write

What about this space White and clean  with  lines for hanging words in neat rows, wild words that stray and scatter across the sheet of lines like fugitive sheep on the hillside fleeing that piercing whistle that calls the the barking blur of fearsome distant memory But why bother, Who cares for my words why […]

So This is Fun Is it?

The road ahead was grim, stationary traffic, heavy rain and his bladder was painfully full , a problem compounded by the certain knowledge that that pain would get more intense as the large latte, consumed in the jovial end of meeting session was working its way through his innards.   The large continental lorry ahead of […]

The Ring of Life

Set high up in the the garden wall, in a small crevice hollowed out when the wall was new, sit  two gold rings,  a small ring and a larger ring . They are dull and lifeless looking today, but when they were placed there they shone with the sparkle of young love, intense and crystal clear in its intensity. […]


Creeps into the core   of my being, this   breeze of gentle dullness,   dressed as contentment,   so easy to slide   into its grasp, fall   into that soft cushion   of peace, enveloped   by its temping embrace,   to be captured by   emptiness disguised as release.

The Potting Shed World

It was one of those summer days that just sparkled with possibility.  The sky was the dark pristine blue, so clear and pure, with just the odd splash of brilliant white clouds sailing majestically. In the little boys eyes they became a host of creatures and amazing animals as they slowly ambled across this sky above his back garden.   Today was so special, […]

Abernethy Biscuits

The biscuit plate was coming around the room, being passed from person to person, and it was coming in his direction.   It was stacked with everyone’s favourite biscuits, digestives, rich tea, custard creams , Bourneville and just two Abernethy biscuits, his favourites. They were all here, crammed into Aunty Netty’s front room, much older now, […]