Autobiography

Winter Storm Awakening

Trees perform a merry dance ushered by the blustery gales; conducted by billowing dark clouds that mantle weakened Winter rays... though haggard...
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Luton

Luton. A wasteland of abandoned trolleys and scrawny white men with baseball caps and large scary dogs. Luton. Where the eternal sound is the engines...
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Dear Philip, September-October, 2010

September 20th, 2010 Dear Philip, Things are finally moving. After the first fiasco, when I sold my house within the first week of it being on the...
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Happy Days

What is it with the past attracts us like metal to a magnet...?

Archimedes and Sirius

Mention calculus, behold my mother’s face, set like a jewel on a bed of satin, while the workings of dee-wye by dee-ex release the scent of fresh-cut...

The Twins

The Twins Now at last, after a very long wait The girls have got more room Two little babes to two loving moms Managed with just one womb. Soraya,...

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I learned to read with a children’s book. “Hot Dog,” not the food but the toasty animal, began my journey through the world of reading, the world of...
Cherry

Fireworks in the Snow

(Repost)... 'it's not the dates that matter...it's the space in between that counts' In loving memory of Andrea Christine Parker MA - 02.08.1968 – 31.12.2007
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A rainy night in York

History is flooding back from all directions. The low brick building passed on the bus, boarded-up and abandoned, I’m sure is where my mam and dad...
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Losing my (first) footing!

A story of a dissolute New Year's Eve which originally appeared in the collection ' Crutches for Ducks ' Happy New Year everyone!