Last night we signed the death certificate of our marriage. Cause of death: Emotional abuse. The patient had been sick for quite some time. The passing was not easy. From time to time we drew unreasonable hope from numerous short lived remissions, though in our hearts we knew the condition inoperable. […]
Read More →Sleep on a little longer yet. Let not the day confront my eyes too soon. Still let me gaze a little while on stolen shared serenity that once was our possession as of right. And let me warm myself once more on dying embers of the flames that once burned incandescent in your soul. […]
Read More →It’s over. Summer, I mean. But so is the relationship that we have known, and life is never going to be the same again. They tell me I’m clever with words, so I’m using my words now to try to express how I feel about your going. How many different ways are there to say […]
Read More →“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I said. “Would you like to see some love poetry?” “Sure!” she said. “I have a short collection called ‘When Love Dies. How about that to start?” “Hmm,” she said. “I’m not sure. But let’s take a look.” “The first is called Festival’s End,” I […]
Read More →“You’re here early,” I said “Well you know why, don’t you?” “Why?” I replied, trying to look innocent. “Can’t sleep, can I?” she said grumpily. “Desperate to hear the end of the story I asked?” She looked at me sardonically. “Just get on with it will ya?” Summer’s Over – The Final Part […]
Read More →“I’m enjoying this,” she said. I waited expecting some sort of sting in the tail. It didn’t come. Perhaps she’s softening, I thought. “I especially liked the bit about the ruby fairies,” she said. “Really?” I replied. “I can’t imagine why.” She hovered judgmentally above my nose. The she settled on the desk in front […]
Read More →“So this sneak preview,” she said. “Uh huh.” “Tell me about it.” “It’s called Summer’s Over, I answered. “It’s about the end of a relationship.” She nodded, in an understanding, honourable kind of way. “Show me, she said.” Summer’s Over It’s over. Summer, I mean. But so is the relationship that we have known, […]
Read More →“What do you crave most at this moment?” I ask, my voice barely audible in the falling twilight. The Returner stands before me, dishevelled, weary. His long grey beard is unkempt, his hands are callused from a lifetime of physical labour. He looks at me momentarily, considering his answer carefully. “Power,” he replies, making no […]
Read More →There’s a metaphor just beyond reaching An intuitive je ne sais quoi It’s a wave that was all set for beaching that dispersed in a dearth of sangfroid. It’s a mirror that gives no reflection Like a clock’s hands too tired to turn It’s a teacher that gives no correction It’s our passion too […]
Read More →August 5th, 5.00 am I hold myself in that delicious state between sleep and wakefulness. With eyes closed I look around the room. I need no sight to see the silhouettes of familiar furniture, expectant and soulless. I am aware again of the sensation of deep relaxation spread throughout my body, which shortly will flee […]
Read More →Well people are saying I’m past my prime Cos I put all my money down on sub prime Pyramid selling is real sublime So don’t counsel caution cos you’re wastin’ my time! Well I wouldn’t say that I’m too trustin’ but the gold coins you sold me, well they’re all rustin.’ Blue Horseshoe loves Bitcoin […]
Read More →“I want you to tell people more about your writing in this post,” she said. “Let’s start with your past publications. “You mean ‘If It Wasn’t For that dog?’” I asked. “Yes, that, but first go back further. Tell me about Going for Growth.” “Oh, you mean the business books. Well, when I was writing […]
Read More →There was a long silence. Then she backed off to a more conversational distance, rolled her shoulders and continued as if nothing happened. “Let’s get back to this novel of yours. You say it’s called ‘Vicious.’ “Yes, I said. It’s being showcased right now at The Literary Consultancy. Look: https://literaryconsultancy.co.uk/talent/showcase/ “Most intriguing,” she said. “They’re extremely […]
Read More →“Hi you! I’ve been baking,” she said brightly. “Really?” I said. “You’ve been having more fun than me then.” “Yes,” she said puffing herself up. I’ve been watching that programme on TV. You know, ‘Bake Off’ I think it’s called. My cakes are just as good as the ones those people on the telly make, […]
Read More →I am without excuse. As I remove myself from the last vestiges of normality and the relationship I have known for more years then I care to admit, I cannot but feel a pang of regret. But I shall calibrate my rationalisation of reality with the balances and weights of passion; for only thus will […]
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