Biography

Waiting For The Flash

I wasn't sure if a photo could express Ekphrastic poetry, but decided to have a go and see if it worked. Childhood is such a mystery to me,...

The Cricklewood Times, Sunday 25th June 2017

NB: for Jack, no, Tarquin doesn't exist and I don't have these kind of connections. Image is author's own.
Cherry

Death and Stuff

One day last week I lifted the garage door, took a look, and quickly retreated. A couple of months ago the last of my furniture and boxed up goods...

The Lake

The Lake It was a magical phrase to those of us in our late teens, during the 1960’s. Several gathering spots, situated along the Lake Erie shore...

Is that it?

Chapter 1. When I was ten years old, I remember quite an unusual moment that changed me radically. I was hanging out in the evening with my...

Forever A Waylander

There is no longer the chance Yet there was a time that I did dream I would lay awake and think Of all the clever things I would say When we had our...

George Evans

George Evans who's he? I here you ask, my uncle that's who he was. Youngsters of today would have no idea about comedy of the fifties, sixties and...

Surround Them With Love

Dear diary...I light a candle. My heart dropped when I heard the news, a block of flats gone up in hellish flames; a community – hub of family life...
Cherry

The House That Laurie Built (from Ribbentrop's Chair)

THE HOUSE LAURIE BUILT “In my family we’ve always found the world’s air hard to breathe; we arrived hoping for somewhere better” (Salman Rushdie, The...
Cherry

In Vanishing Valley

Thirty years ago, on a startling, clear August afternoon, I was smack dab in the middle of everywhere, the Grizzly Mountains of Montana. To be more...