Autobiography

.11 depression and desire

I'm depressed, in a rut, bored or whatever. I'm depressed. Outside of the dull repetition of life I'm stuck with my imagination- my perverted mind...

The Night Before Christmas

THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS: The tree landed on top of Adaline, softly crushing her and caused her to yelp. She shoved the branches off her chest and...

Another night .... a much less positive sequel

Written following Another night … posted 21 st Sept 2017 Eighteen hours on I find myself if not regretting, at least reflecting on, my musings of...

Impediments to reaching the treasure

Thorny tentacles entrap feet or legs to tangle, trip … little juicy treasure perch just beyond precarious reach.

Another night...

Another night, another hotel room. Freelance working results in days and in nights away from home. It’s fine, well mostly it's fine. I enjoy the...
Cherry

Working for my Dad.

Working for Dad Dad’s van driver delivered meat for those customers in and around the area who couldn’t call into the shop because of age, physical...

Modern Madness

My world is changing, The roads where I lived and walked as a child are now marked with yellow lines, double and single. I don’t dare park on the...

Memories of this summer

A bush full of gooseberries … Family come to visit … sorting, cleaning toys galore … Lovely country strolling despite his weary pain –

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I think I had this specific perception of myself. I let the movies, the love songs, my own hopeless writing get the better of me when it came to...

CALL ME DAVY

I followed a group when a South London teen Neither adult nor child - something in between; And for all of you youngsters not born way back when -...