The Long Awaited Fall

Dear Narcissist, Somehow calling you by your name takes the sting out of the contempt I feel towards you. It’s a deep contempt, one that took me a while to recognise and give voice to. You were my world once. I truly believed that nothing shone brighter than you; and that one day you would […]

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A Poem.

How can I create if my house is not in order, If the inspiration I choose renders me numb, Stops my lips from forming the words I need to speak, So that I might reap the benefits of that love? Why should I come back, To paths well worn, And scenes remembered with retinal insistence […]

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Sunday Tuesday.

Tuesday, 11 April 2017 – 9:38am Today feels like a Sunday. Some distant memory of how Sundays used to be when I was a kid: quiet. I like quiet. There is something very comforting about quiet, or at least where ambient sounds are kept to a minimum. As a child, quiet meant that I wasn’t […]

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Friday-itis.

Life can be a stupidly peculiar old thing. It never ceases to surprise me. The assholes of the world are somehow absolved from time to time by a never ending streak of creativity that cracks at the air like a bull-whip when you least expect it, sending you either teetering on the brink of some […]

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Happy Whatever Next

  #Inas1969Film #SergioLens #NoFlash I like this shot. I shall look back at this at a future date and realise how much I miss my children. The banner is a remnant of Grace’s recent 11th birthday celebration. I think the film and lens combination sets the tone, reminding me that it is soon to be a […]

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The Recalcitrant Idiot. – Part One

Monday 20th October 2014: Every once in a while I feel as though I need to reinvent myself. Divest myself of the old and outworn, and don a new outfit, a new façade that will present, hopefully, a better version of me. Although I’m not sure that, ‘better’ is the word I’m looking for here. […]

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The Pride of Venice

What light through yonder window breaks? The artifice of all that’s fake. An understated memory of love gone bad; The window now shuttered and ivy clad. Wherefore art thou young cavalier, That you should rent such grief from here? Fair Romieta; young Julio wandering woods so dark and strange, In search of freedoms not yet […]

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