Tag: Write
Saturday nights, Durham University, Students’ Union building. If ever there was a better image of Hope outdoing Expectation Caravaggio would have painted it. The disco would have started around 8…
(I could be re-posting this forever and a day) Not gonna raise a fuss, I’m not gonna raise a holler It’s just the price I pay for this lousy team…
Day by day, these untimely hours of mine are slipping away. I spend mornings, evenings, and nights just wondering— Lost in idle chatter and the weight of doing nothing….
I bought a pair of denims back in ‘63 You couldn’t help but notice they were tight Better known as drainpipes to you and me To get ‘em on they…
My kitten Suay was curled up on my knee. It was Christmas evening, just her and me. We were watching TV, just a quiet night in. An old festive movie…
(This is a silly story, inspired by my pal, Jovial Jamie) Jamie the Singing Comic strode along, on his way to a gig, of which he’d had many. He was…
“The Bridge at Dusk” They met where the old stone path dropped toward the river bend, light thinning, air sharp enough to make every breath feel earned. Neither had…
Years, like decades, may end up dishonest. This year has been the most dishonest of years; A year of old men who wallow in hate. They get their stupid kicks…