Dad worked like a Trojan. I mean, truly grafted - day in, day out, the weight of the world seemingly balanced on his broad shoulders. That hard toil earned him the small comfort of his evening meal in his armchair, tray on his knee, a man at peace with his own domain. He chewed methodically, … Continue reading Come Fly With Me!
Category: My Words
Thoughts and memories-a-plenty!
Carpet Burns!
Not so very long ago - though it feels like a lifetime away, tucked somewhere between youthful folly and the first stirrings of adulthood - I committed an act of such ridiculous misjudgement that it ought to belong to those halcyon days of childhood I so fondly recount. And yet, here I am, book in … Continue reading Carpet Burns!
Soap and The Eff Word.
We’ve all heard it, haven’t we? “Wash your mouth out with soap!” - the time-honoured battle cry of scandalised mothers and exasperated schoolteachers at the merest whiff of profanity. It’s one of those sayings that practically begs to be spoken, an incantation of moral hygiene, if you will. Failing to utter it in the wake of … Continue reading Soap and The Eff Word.
A Tight Spot…
A man is not measured by his misfortunes, but by the quiet joys he leaves behind. Afflicted, dispossessed, shunned - reconciled to drowning his woes in merciless torrents of alcohol - he slumped among shrubs, benches, doorsteps, and bus stops, his presence a shifting ghost in the landscape of our town. That was Derek, our … Continue reading A Tight Spot…
Summits and Scorched Smalls
With clenched teeth and lungs wrung dry of breath, we clawed our way upwards, each step a battle against the gnawing cold that sank its teeth into our bones. Ice clung to the crags of our faces like barnacles on a shipwreck, and the bitter wind sliced at our extremities with the precision of a … Continue reading Summits and Scorched Smalls
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