Mum…

I left a message on Mum’s phone the day after her death. I knew that the house would be empty, that the air would be still and that her slippers would be sitting, waiting for her, at the foot of her chair. There would be the still fresh memory of her moving around the kitchen,... Continue Reading →

Bound To Be…

It is easy when you are beaten, he thought. I never knew how easy it was. And what beat you, he thought. ‘Nothing,’ he said aloud. ‘I went out too far.’ Ernest Hemingway   The Old Man and The Sea I first read this book when I was about fourteen years of age. Not a prodigious reader... Continue Reading →

More Than Half-Full…

We humans are beasts who must be hardwired with optimism. We live on a planet that is going through the throes of massive change, a planet that is the tiniest dot in a universe neither fully seen or comprehended. Apparently, our universe has its boundaries, its edges, and beyond that who knows. The answer is... Continue Reading →

For Mum…

I wrote this some time ago before the future became the present, and soon-to-be past. In the next few days, my own mother will pass. I always wanted to write about her and the life that she had lived. In the end, the only things I have written are in note form. When she dies... Continue Reading →

Normalcy…

People are using ‘normalcy’ these days. I don’t like it but accept that language changes over time as behaviour also does.  Life can be separated into the time that we are awake and the time that we are asleep. Trapped in our home, we are finding that sleep is becoming more prevalent. The days are... Continue Reading →

In Search of Wisdom…

Just how far does one have to travel up one’s own arse before you forget that there is a world out there? It’s a question that has perplexed scholars and philosophers for thousands of years. Yet, should it be of any real concern to any of us who choose to live in the anal address? ... Continue Reading →

Digging Up History…

My middle daughter has a real interest in history. She had a talent for it and a hunger that doesn’t look as if it will be satisfied anytime soon. We have taken her on a university visit and she seems to be angling towards history with archaeology. I understand. I love digging up the past... Continue Reading →

Everything pales…

The important thing about comets is that they chase away the futility of anxiety. My own dark clouds had spent a week over me but had been blown away when I returned to teach the very Year 9 group that precipitated their arrival. I planned a fuck-it lesson which involved reading. There are certain stories... Continue Reading →

Recycling Old Selves…

So, after becoming a benign cast member of The Walking Dead, I was a happy soul if one considers happiness to be born out of indifference. Actually, that’s not fully correct. One could never be carefree or indifferent if one lived opposite a neighbour whose right wing views, privileged past, and belief in men having... Continue Reading →

Almost Everything…

The school stood before me, the figure at the window had disappeared and the hawk flying overhead, in circles, seemed to have found somewhere else to draw patterns around. The dead oak, that had once knocked at my bedroom window, was now out of sight and mind. I had crossed the circular lawn that greeted... Continue Reading →

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