Success

How do we measure success?

Memories of a Childhood Christmas

Mum and me I remember, walking home in dark December, would peak in windows keen to see, who was first to put up their tree.

Shedding Skin

To take a blade and feel it rip Across the veins, reaping the blood within To watch the beading of the red To feel inside, on the outside collect To part the skin, to hear it speak

Annalong

A little poem about my home town, Annalong. Not sure whether I have found memories or bad memories of it, I think a mix of both. I tried to reflect them both here.

I pray for the public services - Lyrics (Calypso style)

A short calypso/prayer. If you're not familiar with Calypso; think "Apeman" by the Kinks

Coasting Chapter 8

Dave and Paul watched as the Bentley was loaded into the back of Abdul’s truck, there was a mixed feeling between them but ultimately one of relief, their little scam had worked and soon they could
Cherry

The Madonna and the Political Prisoner, Chapter 23/2

Mari pursues the arrested Joshua to the Roman Governors palace and gets mixed up with a crowd of angry Jewish nationalists...
Cherry

The Madonna and the Political Prisoner, Chapter 23/1

Now we have the 'political prisoner' - and Mari is desperate to do something about it to the consternation of both James and the disciples...

The search for Merlin Homes 10/15

“Just before we leave,” said Morwenna the next morning; “I’ve remembered something essential about these cottages that you ought to know.”

A vision beyond reality

Real? Or just the booze

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