Journal

Echo

Have you forgotten me? What has filled that place in you where I used to be? Mine is empty, words you used to say circle round in it, echoing,...

A Letter From Father to Daughter

I am in the final stages of clearing out my parent's home inradiness for sale. Today, Sunday, I found a an envelope of letters and below is a...
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When as a Child

When I was a child my soul was pregnant with a child that was not my own. Once, I dreamed of the mother of this child who was not mine. The mother-to...

A Journey Shared is a Journey Halved

On flights of any length if you are travelling alone and are lucky enough to pick up a conversation with the passenger next to you before take off...

In the beginning

I think its been about 7 years since it all started, and about 6 months since it ended. End was never a word that i thought i'd have to associate...
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Packed away

I look down at my finger, where his ring used to be. You can still see where the thick band used to sit, the skin is paler and less worn there, once...

Like in my nightmares

I saw them today, like I do in my nightmares. I could feel it was going to happen, I knew, I could have avoided it, but I wasnt strong enough to...

Omar's Diary 10th May 2018 - a very short update from Omar Towers

Flybe – Glasgow – Aberdeen – Trump – Omar Khayyam - 1000 Guineas – Convenience Food While I prepared this diary for dictation to Man Servant both of...

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I was scared, of being alone. Now I am alone, I am no longer scared.

We called him a lot of names

We called him a lot of names, Old man, large granddad, grumpy granddad. It was always very easy to forget the man behind his foggy eyes and the life...