Bob Williamson lived at number 42, and he looked like the sort of man people crossed the road to avoid. A murderer, a paedophile, or something equally menacing—at least, that’s…
The evocative morning call of nature A dewdrop rolling upon thistle A brim of sunlight prisms this morning new. You carried your duties, and I carried you. I beg…
It’s Christmas again without you.I am far now from where I grew—those cobbled streets under my shoe,“wrapping paper, five for a pound,”called by street traderson Moore and Henry Street too.…
The spare bedroom in Granny’s old house. The wardrobe door creaks treacherously when eight year old Simon slowly opens it. An old coat of faded tartan with nostril-wrinkling odours. The…
If time doesn’t exist, how can we put it to waste This interval life that we count pace . Time creates pressure in this limited life Yes, some do marry,…
And there it was, in a thousand piecesfrom only one plane. It crashed to the floor,and my heart the same. An emblem—not of a machine,but of a figure and a…
Yes, yes, yes. New Year’s Eve is a perfect day to ring out the current boyfriend to be available for new love starting the next day. Decluttering I call it.…
She danced among the cherry blossom trees lined along the road as far as the eye could see. A flood of water lay stagnant at the edge of the road…
Detective Harry Ford sat motionless at his desk in the LAPD homicide unit late that Christmas Eve. Staring at the page with one name on it. He should have been…
Happy twittermas everybody! Or is it Xmas nowadays? I’d much rather say Happy Christmas, in lieu of a modern phrase. I mean, Christmas has a meaning, of which some…
