Autobiography
Reflections on the Last Day of April
I make two cups of coffee stirring cream and sugar into mine and nothing into yours and I imagine this could be the first of many you taste like wine...
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PT 2
Paddy was our milkman. He was a character – all those people were characters then. He was probably 60-ish, but even people my age now looked old to a...
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Flying with Wings
And still one more time they circle the pond... my two ducks.
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Visiting the Burrell Collection
Whispers and murmurs; distant doors creaking; feet softly scraping; a low electric hum; a man coughs; a child runs by; my feet ache; precious things.
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Parson Thru
Is it time to give this one a go? Apologies to the living (readers included).
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Tanning Booths in the Dead of Winter
I’ve been living in a city where the sky is stained orange by our own excess light and the wind cold and biting dances with my hair and people smile...
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It All Came Out in the Wash
Brand new estate... brand new mums, so we had a rota, week and week about...
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Leggings - bad mornings - bootleggings ?
“I have been busy, one thing after another. This morning quite early a shipment arrived, I'm not sure who for, there was plenty of people out there...
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The Best of Intentions
A long walk to the mine fills him with unease knowing what awaits, checking in among the line of shuffling men tired from the day before still...
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Cezanne on the Pennine Way
“his fortitude held and hardened because he did what he knew. His forehead like a hurled boule travelling unpainted space behind the apple and behind...
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