…and just like that it all made sense the everyday pettiness rolled out with the tide leaving a calm and obvious answer a lifted weight a second bottle of red half-way gone dancing, laughing, spirits soaring on the backs of gulls the whimsical flash-pan love of holiday romanticism skipped from star to star like glisteningContinue reading “Short-term Romance”
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Town
Saturday, and town buzzed like a pissed off hive Too early to drink at such a pace, but how else are bad ideas spurned on by sensations between the thighs going to turn into guilt ridden conclusions? Anxiety prevents the lining Just as well, cos no lining gets you flying Then it’s a nose diveContinue reading “Town”
The Fast Lane
A heavy deftness, that can only be felt in autumn, hovered above the ground. Leaves rusted, curled and fell softly onto dew laden grass, paling below. Peter, who had now been up a good hour, watched the beginning of the end of another year from his bedroom window. Autumn had always been his favourite season.Continue reading “The Fast Lane”
Good Deed for the Day
Barack Obama once said, ‘If you were to ask, “When in human history would be the best time to be born?” The time would be now.’ But on this particular balmy July morning I was hammering a sign next to my parents’ backyard gate, that led into a National Trust owned meadow, “Do not throwContinue reading “Good Deed for the Day”
Gimps and dive bars
It was somewhere between half 3 and 4 mid-May, driving into Blackpool. Not as hot as you’d expect for that time of year, but still I wore the flowered pattern short sleeve shirt I’d bought a few weeks earlier in Jersey, with a pale-yellow t-shirt underneath. Hen parties accompanied with blow up sex dolls underContinue reading “Gimps and dive bars”
Rambling Rambles 