Sometimes Forgetting is Easy

Sometimes forgetting is easy. At least that is what I thought. So easy, we don’t even know we have forgotten. Other times we lie awake at night unable to forget, unable to let go. I started with the simple things, forgetting my wallet or my keys. Forgetting why I’d walked into the room. Birthdays andContinue reading “Sometimes Forgetting is Easy”

Opening with the Weather

It was one of those opening scenes that begin with a description of the weather. Well, it would have done if the writer had decided what it was he was going to write. He hadn’t had a decent idea for weeks… months. The blank pages had stared back at him each morning, daring him toContinue reading “Opening with the Weather”

The Long Times

We will never forget these times. In the years long after we have gone to the far lands those that come after us, our children’s children and their children, will remember the long times. Already we are making the dances that will show these times, and the words for the songs of this time areContinue reading “The Long Times”

National Lemon Meringue Pie Day

As you all probably know by now, today is National Hand a Lemon Meringue to a Structural Engineer Day. After the media blitz of the last few weeks when it seemed every other news story, or media advert contained either a lemon meringue, a structural engineer, or both in some hastily contrived situation, it isContinue reading “National Lemon Meringue Pie Day”

Back Then

Back then, it was all rather different. Balik had been young, back then, of course. Back then, he didn’t have the aches and the pains. Back then, he didn’t find himself waking up suddenly, wondering where he was and where everyone had gone. Most of them were dead now, of course. A few had goneContinue reading “Back Then”

When Every Day is One of Those Days

It was one of those days. He could tell. He’d had many of those days. He’d had a lifetime of those days. Sometimes Sam wondered what he’d done to deserve this life, but on the whole he tried not to think about it. Doreen was asleep, a sort of occasional half-snore emanating from her sideContinue reading “When Every Day is One of Those Days”

But Then Again

But then again, you have to stop and ask yourself the important question… then you decide you can’t be arsed and carry on anyway. After all, you are here in the kitchen, holding a spoon. There must be some reason for it. You came into the kitchen full of purpose, decisive and ready for action,Continue reading “But Then Again”

Applied Philosophy

There has to be a reason… or, at least, that’s what we tend to think. Don’t we? After all, there is the fact of the kitchen I am standing in, unless Descartes’ demons are playing games with me again… like that time with the shop assistant, the water pistol and the melon. But this isContinue reading “Applied Philosophy”

It is About Desire

‘It is about desire,’ she said. ‘Ah, desire.’ I replied. ‘Desire and I parted company a long time ago. We are strangers now.’ She knelt up on the low divan, edging closer to me. Her hands carved shapes into the air between us. I saw a vision grow out of the stillness. A faraway placeContinue reading “It is About Desire”

Turning This Grey World Green

Turning This Grey World Green The snow clouds down on us, a falling sky Now lost beyond itself to leave this home So deep in white. We turn towards what lies Beneath our footsteps trudging deep and slow On through this drifting winter sharp with cold Until the tired days fade away behind The stepsContinue reading “Turning This Grey World Green”

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