Autobiography

Morning Am

Tell me. Is your daddy not the best person in the world?

Bygone Days

Arms flail ahead of me grasping at wisps prepared to wrestle
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My Stories

The housewife's lust for life of long ago.
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To Each Their Own

In these we lived and loved; white-walled rooms...
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Saturday's child

One from the archives, re-written
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Love, Work and Rockets. ( Part 5)

I meet my future wife at the age of 17. Become lookout for the V1's and then join the Navy.
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SEX

There was Ruthie who resided in a wheel chair. It was a challenge to get past here since she was known as the “groper.”
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Exams, Work and Firefighting ( Part 4)

I pass my exams and return to North London.But the bombings continue.
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Miracle of the Birds

The beginning of a lifetime of disbelief.

Leaving London

They are burning good books for warmth. Eating cats and dogs for tea. Chewing, laughing, and screaming. I can see them in my street.
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142 Manor Street

Granddad and I walked perfectly in step on the way home. A still, conspiratorial silence, cut with the crunch of sherbet saucers and the pat pat pat of our boots.

Many Days

eyes squinting through branches adorned with pale colours

You're maybe wrong

You're maybe right “Friday night I crashed your party, Saturday I said I'm sorry Sunday came and thrashed it out again
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Days Like These...

Peeling potatoes at the kitchen sink I watch him walk back down the path –

Is this death?

Caught on the drop
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Kissing Cousins

I wonder if she remembers ... what kind of a question is that! She's in her nineties.

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Time to tre things up, and move away... if only
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HMS Pinafore

A look back at a very special grandfather.

Mother and Child

Every Saturday it wasn't unusual for this to happen to many people. This particular market was known as 'The Lane' but is actually East Street Market off the Walworh Rd in Southwark, London

24.2.13

The world really is an absurd place...

This Bridge

old and cranky wood dehydrated historic memory unvarnished

Nostalgia 3 - DAM 287

Date: 28 July 2005 Time: 2.35 p.m. Location: Classroom, Victory Group Tuitions

Nostalgia 2 - My first charity

When I was a child, my understanding of God was completely different from what it is now. The large number of deities and goddesses in Hinduism did confuse me a lot.

Nostalgia 1 - The Pen Cricket Game

I have been going into flashbacks too often lately. Many childhood incidents which seemed to be very serious at that time are now remembered with a tinge of smile. Nostalgia.......
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And look at the mess we're in

You left before I could say I blame you For the lives you undid, the pills you threw down your throat. Your charcoal-drenched septum, a molten black moat;
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Still Life

Dead and loving it?
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Return from Somewhere

In spite of the turmoil between us---a truce. Talking. Him visiting or staying this time?
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Occam's Razor

A short one with a very long message.

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A case of what's important...
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War and Evacuation ( Part 2)

1939 and war is delared. I went to school one day and never went home again. I ended up in the country!
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The Piano

The entertainment center of the last century.

What's Up, Doc?

It's funny how accents can affect the psyche. I was just now dosing off in my son's hospital room, when I heard this british accent. It was this evening’s resident doctor.

Toxic Love

Something said in hopefully a different way.

The heart and memory

When I lived in London, mum and dad came to visit. We went see the film “24/7 “when we left the theater I was upset at the ending where Bob Hoskins character dies.
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Humble Beginnings ( Part 1)

The first few years of my life as a boy growing up in 1930's Islington.
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Suspicious Minds

I lie with this technology

Memories are made of these

Family history is important to us all

On Listening to Mahler

(edit) They say Mahler’s 5th turns corners...

Happy Birthday to me!

Things, life ... it works in incredible ways when we let it...

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“Hows things with you? Any more trouble?”

The Blue Cage Boys

Billy's in the 'Bull-Ring' Half way through the slog Left a nasty present for the bosses In the bog Here comes the supervisor dressed up In his shirt and tie, quipping
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On My Daughter Learning to Ride

She can barely walk, but she must learn to ride, she says.
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And This Is Why, Dad, You Are The Best Footballer In The World.

My favourite game - when you'd kick the football from our garden, over the house and into the lane. I'd watch you, ready as a cheetah, for your toes to connect with
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A story without details.

he wasn't serving time on Death Row
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shops

it was always so unfair and the end of the world having to go to the shops for your ma.
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Grandpa's Gardenias

A rite of passage for a little boy.
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On the Cusp of My Seventh Decade - IP

On December 17, 2013, I will be sixty years of age. I find it hard to write autobiographical stories. So I don’t do it. And I won’t do it now. I’ll make something up.
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Welcome to the Twirlies Mr Cook ( I.P.)

Short and apt story for Mister cooks birthday...
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Clay

'cold and dead as winter clay'
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The Cacophony of the Dead

Do the deceased ever lose their voice?

London Rush

A poem about walking round London, the things you see, tied up in the rush you never had to have....

High tide

clear as mud

A Dandy time

Reading the dandy Mouth stuffed with candy Bashstreet kids running riot Here comes teacher, stick away the gobstoppers and catapults those kids they like to get his goat
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In My Life

“There are places I’ll remember all my life..."
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Secret paths

I draw the paths of childhood.