The Great Divide

This is the first part of a poem/short story I wrote with the story of The Great Gatsby in mind.

Open Field

The more I think about the countryside, the more machine-made it seems. But I still feel something irresistible urging me out there.

Wine and Song

I’ve drifted through days In a fantastic haze Of wine punctuated with song. It felt pretty good And try as I should I’ve never found anything wrong. But after a while

-end of line- Thoughts about the slow passing of Nelson Mandela

There is something of a ghost for our unelected leader here: where his words, on the passing of Nelson mandala will sound more like dry empty rhetoric: or rain in small puddles than resound strong wit

LIFERS Chapter Forty Eight

She waited and didn’t dare blink as they stared one another out, then, in a slow, straight movement, Mac raised his head and looked once more along the length of Main Street.

FINGERS IN THE AIR

admit it...you've done it

'The Toss of a Coin', Chapter 4

Becoming a lodger in Swansea, a stationmaster in Pontardawe, designing car space allocation for the new roll-on/roll-off ferry to Ireland and Welsh Vally wanderings

Because Of You

Love can bring change into everyones life

Dislikes.

Revolving doors, Delays on trains, Weekends where it always rains. Bad breath, Bad Luck, Bad backs, The Flu. That piece of gum stuck on my shoe. The yapping dog. That clingy cat.

My Charlie Drake

As the train pulled up at Newton Abbott station I knew that by the end of the week my life would be in some way different, and that no matter what happened, something inside of me would never be the s

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