In the Attic

At the top of our house sits the attic. It is a part of our home in the same way that deeply forgotten thoughts are a part of our lives. It houses (it warehouses) those things that are no longer relevant to our current lives: old records, VHS videos, children's Christmas presents (old ones), books,... Continue Reading →

For Dark Winter Nights 3

It was the freezing air that tried to enter.  For a moment he stood, transfixed by what had taken place. The world had changed and it was waiting for him. One small step and he was through the door. He wore only flimsy slippers, worn away to the bone. He wanted to turn back. He... Continue Reading →

Exercise and Exorcise

Sunday morning has come around again; much too quickly. It came with two possibilities: a passive, meaningless stretch of twenty-four hours or a moment seized and gently squeezed of its goodness. We chose the latter. After a two year battle with the world, I appear to be content. Contentment is so different from its superficial cousin,... Continue Reading →

Not Making Difficult Decisions

Being cornered by a difficult decision can be worrying. There are times when we are being demanded to choose a particular course of action in favour of another. We have this idea, this solid appreciation that whatever decision we make is going to have profound consequences. The path that our lives have been set upon... Continue Reading →

Inspirational Quotes.

Back when the world was still young and very, very big, somebody thought it wise to employ inspirational quotes as a way of lifting the general mood out of abject depression.  Life, you see, sucks. But so does a vacuum cleaner. “Don’t wait until you feel better to live your life, get your coat on... Continue Reading →

The Importance Of Night

Almost twenty-minutes past three and I am sittng here in the darkness, without my glasses, whilst my wife and daughters sleep upstairs. I woke thinking. Now someway into my veritable older years, though the boy inside me queries this, I have those nocturnal meanderings that lead to a gnawingly inward frustration. It's over two-years since... Continue Reading →

The Promise

They sat on the Terrace and many of the fishermen made fun of the old man and he was not angry. Others, of the older fishermen, looked at him and were sad. But they did not show it and they spoke politely about the current and the depths they had drifted their lines at and... Continue Reading →

Trying To Make Sense

I wanted to be Jesus. Come forth, Brian. The stubborn bugger wouldn’t move; he was in a mood with me. “I’m sorry,” I whispered so that my mum wouldn’t hear me. I wasn’t really sorry about what I was apologising for but I was sorry that he managed to die before we had properly worked... Continue Reading →

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