The Endship of Friendship

I always try my best to see the good in people. In some cases, there simply is no good, no matter how hard I try and after a long time searching, I give up. There are plenty of people with a lot to love about them that I would rather care about and have in…

It’s Over & Done – But the Heartache Lives On

After a year and eight months, we have finally got to the finish line with sorting out my mother’s estate. The last little bit was sorted today and now we can all move on. No more worry over it or fretting or anything, we just need to move on and get on with our lives….

Bringing Down the Ban Hammer on the Past

I had to join a social network again as myself, but for work purposes. I just don’t want my personal account tied up with the work related activities I need to do as part of my job. As always, I had to go through a little ritual that I go through each time I join…

100 Objects Project #16: The University Hoodie

This hoodie, one of several I have from University, is the last Uni hoodie I bought. It is for Katherine Fletcher Halls, room 14, at Edge Hill University, Lancashire (UK). It represents for me the closing chapter of that period of my life, were I was leaving behind full time education, adolescence, childhood, unhappiness, heartache…

Poem: Healing

Healing The soothing strangeness of feeling The silken notion of healing Pouring deftly into a charred soul Renewal of light, no night like coal.   Quieted symphony Joy and harmony   And No more you Can’t hurt me now The scar is healing   Warming replenishment from biting cold Bring in the new world; extinguish…

Poem: You Were

You Were You were the rage that ripped me out. You were the virus in my eye. You were a cruel and hateful lout. You were the life that passed me by.   You were – not are – and won’t be. You were a triumph unwilling to see the breaking dawn that greets me, instead, you denied me to be…

Poem: Wounded

I’ve been reminded over vaguely recent times, of a long ago past, or rather, the more unsavoury aspects. Never before have the words “there but for the grace of God go I” been more pertinent. Because I have been reminded of something a long time ago, I decided to dig out the poems from that…

Squeezing An Empty Tube

I’ve been saying for a while that I need some time and space to just get the hell on with writing. Yet, given both I have found myself uninspired to do so. I think that is just me though and the way I work. I can go for ages without the will to rattle the…