Do People Follow Good Tips?

The Kama Sutra is an ancient Indian Hindu text written by Vātsyāyana. It is widely considered to be the standard work on human sexual behaviour in Sanskrit literature. A portion of the work consists of practical advice on sexual intercourse. Wikipedia My blogs have often been accused of lacking any true advice; the kind that ordinary... Continue Reading →

A Tale from The Piper

In her dreams, Elizabeth was on the ward she had devoted her time to.  It had not burnt to the ground as she knew it had many years ago, but was intact and filled with the confused slumber of its patients. The book that Elizabeth had been reading was open at the page she was... Continue Reading →

Lost Christmas The End

I wanted to tell him the truth. I wanted to say that I had been wandering the corridors of sleep. I wanted to say that there was a ghost in my life. “If I’m honest, I would say that life is treating me badly.” That’s what I wanted to say. The morning had started badly.... Continue Reading →

Lost Christmas 9

The nights are cold. There is never enough warmth from the others. There are times when I think that they must not notice me. I walk so close to the walls that I have become accustomed to mixing with shadows. The kiosk man sees me. The boy came on the second night of the falling.... Continue Reading →

Lost Christmas 8

He came just after dark. I could hear his terrible steps across the city. My world trembled with each footfall.  Tonight, my room had a window to the world and I stood at the cold pane watching the giant’s advance. Each stride was met by fire. Each step an explosion. And I watched as if... Continue Reading →

Lost Christmas 7

Walls have ears. They listen to everything that happens. They hear love, hate, frustration, happiness and fear. Walls are absorbent. They embrace time and trap it. As I wake, I feel the security of those walls. Nothing gets in and nothing gets out.  The sleeper is lodged beneath wakefulness. I can hear his deep breaths... Continue Reading →

Lost Christmas 5

These dark days I hardly see anyone. There’s shapes and shades and shadows but nothing you could put a label to. Most of them tend to keep to the walls as if touching their way along in the darkness. My little kiosk sits in the middle of the walkway, a shining light during those lonely... Continue Reading →

Lost Christmas 4

Sleep is an ocean. I woke, I am awake, and standing on a ribbon of sand that has emerged from the expanse of blue nothingness. I do not remember this place or how I was stranded here. For a moment it seems that I am the only person anywhere. I could wade back in if... Continue Reading →

Lost Christmas 2

Are evenings real? I suppose they are, otherwise they wouldn’t have a name. At this time of year, they tend to come suddenly, before, just as quickly, disappearing into the night and the next day. I don’t really know what happens with my evenings. I am aware of getting home from work, often pouring a... Continue Reading →

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