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Tuesday, October 15, 2019

LONESOME ENDS WITH ME

We sleep in the dark And wake to a stark New day We never learn We wait our turn Then forget what to say When someone nags We pack our bags And flee We push and shove And try to love But lonesome ends with...

ME WALKING AWAY

My key doesn’t fit any door anymore No one excitedly awaits my approaching footsteps No one offers me anything to kiss But a cheek My watch doesn’t tell time It’s taken to telling fortunes The lifeline on my palm keeps...

THIS GREY PLACE

I died a week ago About the time you left me But no one has seemed to notice I’ve been haunting some familiar bars Speaking to strangers without getting an answer I guess they’re dead too There’s a lot...

POTATO JACK

Potato Jack often left home without his jacket on. His mum warned him he’d catch his death, but she was wrong. Just like she was wrong when she told him he knew Jack Shit....

THE FINAL STAGE – Adrian Rawlins review of what he called “My lost masterpiece”.

It started out like a normal day for the man of the house. He had breakfast with his wife. She was no warmer or cooler towards him than she had been for a long...

WEEKENDS & HOBBIES & ROAST DINNERS

I was asked a few questions recently by a new friend that really had me thinking. Scrambling for answers actually, and aware of the long silence the enquirer was experiencing. In radio they call...

JESUS – THE JEWISH DILEMMA

Who is Jesus Christ? The facts are he was born Yeshua ben Yosef – a simple man from a simple town. Born at a time without the powerful worldwide reach of the media’s...

THE POWER OF IDIOTS

I sit in this room, this crumbling room I grew to love, cluttered by the mementoes of a crumbled life. Framed photographs of friends, lovers and family, all long gone. My bookshelves filled with...

THE DEAD AND THE DYING

The heavy decrepit bodies of the great and not so, mingled with their offsprings, children too young to realise that this too would be their fate. Pathetic men way past their glory days paraded...

A WALK IN THE RAIN

He aged within the silences of our stilted conversation. His eyes were those of a man who’d seen his kingdoms fall and the survival mechanisms of such pain had turned him into a statue....