Blackbirds Teasing A Cat

They hop and skip across the lawn whilst the cat watches on. There is something that tells them that she will not strike. The cat, also black, just watches the display, just out of reach. These days everything is out of reach; an uncaring car saw to that. I let her out this morning so... Continue Reading →

Try your best, fail well…

I'm reading his autobiography and finding it fascinating. Here was a man that spent the first part of his life finding himself whilst not bathing. The second part saw him change the world. Then he died.

The Sun Is The Same…

Harry had been at the centre for many months. He couldn't remember exactly when or how he got there, but that was true of most things that happened to him and everything else these days. The other residents were moving around, shuffling past long clouds of tobacco smoke and into the routine of hushed morning... Continue Reading →

Mug Down…

I am in deep grief this morning and I blame Fate. Fate comes in many forms and this morning it came as a set of coincidences. I had decided to make my second mug of tea of the morning. My wife and I drink large quantities of tea in the morning as part of our... Continue Reading →

A Memory…

Far be it from me to personify, but I am getting a little fed-up of the gloating growing behaviour of my lawn. The sun is out. Out of what I do not know, but it is. It is warm. There are a few ephemera floating around. It's like Woodstock before the Hippies realised that the... Continue Reading →

Mowing

There was never a sound beside the wood but one,And that was my long scythe whispering to the ground.What was it it whispered? I knew not well myself;Perhaps it was something about the heat of the sun,Something, perhaps, about the lack of sound—And that was why it whispered and did not speak.It was no dream... Continue Reading →

Of The North

Kevin’s expression spoke of his problems with sleep. He was ashen-faced and his eyes seemed to have sunk into his head a little too far. I greeted him with a Monday morning cheer that went some way to being a grunt. His response was even more dismal. “What’s wrong, Kevin?” Kevin is like me. We... Continue Reading →

Plotting Books

"So how do you plot your books, Mike?" I had taken the liberty of showing some of my Literature students an extract from one of my Piper books. There are some incredibly bright kids in that group so I was pleased that I got a very favourable response. "I have an idea. If I can... Continue Reading →

Braver Again…

I was looking through the news this morning and found yet another story about a famous person who has suffered from mental issues. The guy was a sportsman, a top-class goalkeeper, who nose-dived into that pit of despair and anxiety that seems to be affecting more and more of the 'normal' population. Because of his... Continue Reading →

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