Autobiography

Orbit

A poem about an adventure with a boy, a dog and a sheep in the Australian landscape.
Cherry

Bow. 1998

Sixteen years old and the face of Audrey Hepburn.
Cherry

Co-Op Live Art Fiasco

Stick the empty bottle up my bum.

Talking to Jesus

Mornings early we began the day with singing and prayer. The choruses are amazingly beautiful with the men's deep voices the African rhythms the clapping and canons and the sisters clear and strong.

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The Alternative Story: Provided by the Jewish men I have had occasional dates with:

Shanghai (Thus Far)

My first impressions on China, often cynical and sarcastic, but hopefully not too terribly offensive.

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Return of the Ratwoman!

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"Witch Hunters? Blimey. I thought they'd buried all those under the crossroads...."

February Marching

In 2003 I was in New York as part of my girlfriend's Art Foundation trip. On February 15th the people of New York believed they could stop a war.
Cherry

Woody's Epitaph

A chapter from my personal story of the people in the town I live in.

The Smiling Gent

Written for my grandad.

The Washing

overcoming the cliff to asunder below
Cherry

Clacton Beach Memoir

'I'll slice your face so that they can play noughts and crosses on it.'
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The Story That Must be Told ( End)

It's been with me all my life. Like an old friend.
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The Story That Must be Told

A true story in two parts about a strange occurence that happened when i was growing up.
Cherry

Disorder

Even now, my parents still treat me with soft kid gloves and feather voices. After the incident, and a year, and the doctors, and the bills,
Cherry

Can I tell you a story?

Can I tell you a story? Just don't tell anyone, ok. I mean, really I struggle to tell myself.
Cherry

The Obligatory Snow Poem

I have spent the afternoon in 1961, and out on the quad I think I witness Adolf Eichmann building a snowman.

Many years ago

I ripped the cap off against my jeans almost taking my thigh along with it, and pressed the bottle to my lips with one great chug-a-lug gulp and almost died.

Mr B and The E.

The Kruger Park Just graduated and full of love of abstraction enthusiasm and vigour I attended my first conference, paid for entirely with saved pocket money.
Cherry

New Year's Eve 2011

Going on the record with the variety of emotions, thoughts and actions prompted by the last day of every year.

Against the Wind Chapters 1-3

True story as I remember it a four year window in my past. Riding the freight trans in America.

My Old Hometown

I took a little trip to my old hometown I was kind of disappointed in what I found An ocean of cars filled the streets people everywhere not one to greet
Cherry

A Long Time Ago

Nostalgia, my weakness

Turtle on the Run

Reduction...when I do it, it is bare bones, bare minimum, and life is in some ways, PERFECTLY raw. These periods in my life are perspective-inducing...
Poem of the week

This man tried to guess my ethnicity

This man stopped me on the street yesterday and tried to guess my ethnicity. This is what he said: "Can I have a minute of your time?" "Can we play a little game?" "

Dream Weaver

Interpreting dreams can be fun. Or not. I try to take a decidedly esoteric bent on a dream and wind my way around my mind. Quite the journey, if you ask me. Let me know what you think.
Cherry

Blown away.

I'll never ride a bike again

Lament For a Lost Notebook

My little black book who travelled with me to Toronto and Cuba, who lay open on god knows how many beer stained bar tables in Munich while I scribbled out my alcoholic anguish…

Life is Precious

Years ago we took a train ride to visit our son in Toronto. The private suite on the train was half-price and was the first time we ever spent the money on one.

Composure

When you hit rock bottom, you either bounce or splatter. What determines which? A Kim Kardashian-like ass, or an intestinal fortitude of Clint Eastwood in "Hang 'Em High"?

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She then went on ahead, towards the cafe section, as if willing me to stop nearby. Her father's pet: the carrier pidgeon, fair

Uncertainty

Have you ever had that moment where your mind just completely shuts down? Loosing your memory in a split second?

Deadly Dominoes: Chapter One

My novel/memoir in progress. This is chapter one, starting with my father, who was shot down over Berlin in WWII and spent the final year of the war in a Nazi POW camp. He came home a changed man, and the dominoes would then begin to fall...

Christmas Shoppers

He walks like an animal pacing its cage She walks like she's dragged down by a weight He walks as if edging towards a precipice She walks as if she were making a debut on stage

The dance of death

The reason in my mind Becomes the resonance with in yours When I am gone the path continues My path continues My empty words Only my actions have meaning But when I am crowded in

A Journey of Living

He still did remember, in spite of a broken ankle, arthritis and so forth. Even good times took place during the happenings of those three-time aching moments.

christmas crows

Christmas crows quick black shadows pass by the skylight; hints of yesterday peeling away, to a pale grey sky beneath, left wanting, heavy with the promise of questions.

A moth to the flame

What made you want to know me? What secret had you told your friend that brought us into contact with a shove into my consciousness? What made me ask your name?

Fairway (2)

The rain is no match
Cherry

Memories of Maroc

A wonderful piece of travel writing that leapt out from the archives to be our Facebook and Twitter Pick of the Day!
Cherry

Mum and Fish 'n' Chips

Mum’s going to Texas for Christmas to stay with my sister. I hope she’s got a chip shop nearby, because we're convinced that's all she eats.
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The Reluctant Traveller.

Forty one years ago today (if you are reading this today) a British Airways VC10 shattered the clean night skies the length of Africa to drag me shouting and kicking to Belfast.

My Johnny Seven

How I got my Johnny Seven in 1967.

An island of loneliness

a rough one I wanted to put out this morning. From when I was on the streets.The time haunts me.
Cherry

The Light Brown Suit

The Light Brown Suit by Harry Buschman

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what a noisy crew of sky (+ or -)

THE STORY OF MY COMMUNICATION WITH GOD AND JESUS CHRIST

I was born to a poor family in a village in Quang Ngai Province in Vietnam. My family had six children; I am the fourth boy and have two younger sisters.

My dreaded dismayed concept of concrete factual evidence of existance

My childhood was taken away by they immoral vile sovereignty; my future plans were just an impractical figment of my imagination; it was never plausible; an ambition that was enviably bound to sink, n
Cherry

Broken Windows

Back to the tenement again and the "magic" of the Catholic Mass