Only eighteen months. Feels longer,further behind.That said, I knew it was not two years. Since around spring,Felt much better.Rounded,grounded. Confidence has grown,although judgment,criticism hurt,certainly(areas needing focus). Yet,such instances come my way only occasionallynowadays.Unlike before,only eighteen months ago.
Who the hell is a "morning person"?Is it a trait passed down the linethrough the genes?They who wake up,look fresh,rejuvenated,smiling.Heavenly. Me,A character from folklore,mythology.Twisted,caught up - bound in the bedclothes,struggling free.My eyes hurt by the light,can't read the time,don't know if I'm late or early. Sway into wallstake rest against door frames,battle my way to… Continue reading Who the Hell is a “Morning Person”?
Is it a strange urgeto go barefoot in church?Although broadly ignorant of customs,I know it's okay in some places.In some religions it might be a conditionof entry, for a place of worship. But I'm not sure,as I say, a lack of educationand of a will to research nowto know, leaves me in the dark. So,if… Continue reading Barefoot in Church
https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07WYK9BFW Before his recent near-death and out of body experience, Gregor had come to accept the slow, vegetating state of his mind. Possessing a lack of enthusiasm akin to a sedated zombie, he'd existed in a constant state of resignation, procrastination and guilt. But now, recognising a second chance granted, Gregor has learnt to embrace… Continue reading The Oxford Wardrobe Murders
"Look!" Janine says, "I'm sure it's her." Maria glances across the café over the heads of the seated and towards those seeking free tables, trays balanced in their hands. "I wonder what she's doing in here." "Who? Where are you looking," inconspicuously, Maria scans each female face, "who am I supposed to recognise?" "Over there - she's… Continue reading Her (flash-fiction)
This collection draws together poetry written between the fall of 2017 to summer 2019, reflecting upon the unique qualities of life and relationships, observed through an ordinary eye. The author says, “Within these words are themes anyone can connect with, be this from a simple desire to, a personal experience, misfortune or something they once… Continue reading Poems of Sorts