Journal

i remember

I remember when my days were filled with pain, still living in the ruins of my past. I remember joyous occasions; of new life, wonder, the milestones marked, and the love of family,

and the fog lifts

Rain falls in an uneven pitter patter from a dozen or more trees, and the fog makes the world seem a blank canvas. An eerie squeak from the ropes of a hammock joins the comforting sound
Cherry

together and apart at a train station

space a suited, booted lady plugged into her muscial, solipsistic world clicks her ankles space

a rose without pettles

A maroon midnight moves lovers in desire. A pink sky. A tulip for the sun. If only it was only so only now

home out of home

eyes for symphonies, ears for rainbows, fish from water, doves from white; home from home is now home so let's welcome the present simple and a swansong for home

System Error Required

Alongside the various pictures of parties, weddings and holidays, there is one photograph which I never get tired of looking at.

7/7/7, the three 7’s, not so lucky

Yesterday, 7/7/7, both my spouse and I had a nice breakfast with his mother. Yes, we had it all; sausage, bacon, eggs, grits, and pancakes.

My book is boring

Today I turned on Radio 1.

#12 The Apprentice: the toff with the tartan paint

Eh, that was some series. Just utterly triumphant, riveting viewing. But enough of Two Pints of Lager and a Packet of Crisps. Did you check The Apprentice?

distance

you see no one elses faults like you see mine, i wonder why it is.why it can not be the way it was. and yet,i already know the answer.but maybe cannot stomach the truth.