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 →

In The Light Of Darkness

'There but for the grace of God', but God wasn't watching when the shooter came. God took his eye off the ball when the killer entered. God didn't hear, or interfere, when the terrorist started his rampage. Neither the rapport of the gun nor the screams of its targets reached the heavenly host. In the... 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 →

Dreamcatcher…

Dreams have been my companions down the years. They have fed my creativity and nourished my will for the future. Some time ago, the dreams stopped coming. At night when I slept, I did just that. There was a void of neither here nor there into which I was plunged each time I rested my... Continue Reading →

Through The Eye Of A Needle

I cannot imagine immense wealth and while we talk in millions some of the truly rich use billions or trillions. Whilst I look at my pension thimble, these guys literally own the earth. And one name came out at me from history, Mansa Musa. Some big caravan. Although the non-tax paying Amazon founder Jeff Bezos... Continue Reading →

The Tatooist of Auschwitz

A Novel I have only just finished reading this and have gained something from its tale. There was a moment towards the end of the story that I started to feel the tears begin to well-up beneath my glasses. The spectacles are not rose-tinted, but are tainted by the passing years. This meant that I... Continue Reading →

Another Memory

Go with what you know. Piss patches and a sense of infirmity.  When I arrived at work today the world was grey, just grey, just grey...But I was up for it. The weather people were predicting another month of winter. Poxatoni Phil would have been a brighter hope. I had a slightly improved mood, but... Continue Reading →

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