Man in the van
This afternoon, I went to the market. As I was locking my car, I noticed an old man in the driver’s seat of a van. His head was down, as … Continue Reading Man in the van
Periwinkles
They headed down the valley With their wine and picnic lunch. The periwinkles blooming They gathered by the bunch. Happily remembering The times that they had spent As children, in the … Continue Reading Periwinkles
Dejection
His ears have been ringing for thousands of days, as from a hard slap, but it stays and it stays. A similar sound to a siren that plays without losing … Continue Reading Dejection
My Wife Story
She works all day, all week Nigh to thirty years at the same mundane place Nothing to show but her name in the company newsletter And a couple of gold … Continue Reading My Wife Story
Loss and blame
A person very close to me met his death, at a young age, some years ago. Cancer it was, and it spread very rapidly, a “good thing” for those of … Continue Reading Loss and blame
Sing Sing
I sing. I have sung to myself since the tender age of 12, when music first reached me. I begged for a guitar, and one finally came at Christmas time. A … Continue Reading Sing Sing
A Night at Pinetop’s Tavern
Originally posted on Brighton Rose:
Somewhere in the back alleys of the city’s older section there was a crumbling brick building that had been around since before ragtime music was…
Jovian
The Music of the Greats Charges the very neurons of the mind They glow brightly As if from a sudden injection of quicksilver I think And the ones that are … Continue Reading Jovian
Small things bring a smile
Lay on the bed Body like lead It’s already half past the noon Swallowing guilt For this brick wall you’ve built That blots out the sun and the moon The … Continue Reading Small things bring a smile
From Thralldom to Salvation
“Are you an anxious person?”, the therapist said. Our man then recalled the thoughts and emotions that preceded his blackout at the wheel on that wintry night not so long … Continue Reading From Thralldom to Salvation
The Captive, in thrall
Almost a year from the day he saw his “tiny dancer”, he still struggles to bury the image, and sees this as a strange and fascinating illness of the soul. … Continue Reading The Captive, in thrall
Illicit
She colours when he looks her way, a blush so fair to see. They met upon a winter’s day, but it was not to be. He saw she had the … Continue Reading Illicit
From Captivated, to Captivity
There’s something called obsession, and by all accounts it is “unhealthy”. His fleeting glimpse of a lone dancer, in a season past, will not fade. Instead, it has sprouted within … Continue Reading From Captivated, to Captivity
Captivated
In a small, crowded, noisy bar, on a winter’s night, he’s surrounded by family and friends. There’s a dislike for the setting: Having to shout to be heard at your … Continue Reading Captivated
Driving dreams
When you’ve had your license for many decades, there is that innate sense of control that comes with the autonomy of being a driver. In some of my uncomfortable dreams, … Continue Reading Driving dreams
Conscience
In the bad place, he Turns to the mirror. Sees his own falseness, A stab to the heart. Under the microscope Of the mind’s eye His trembling finger is guided, … Continue Reading Conscience
