Poetry Corner: I Didn’t Ask for Yesteryear

I didn’t ask for yesteryear, the objects of the past they seem so near Perhaps when I look back they are simply further than they appear What is it I am clutching close, is it the rope of a hangman’s’ noose Not the indentured servant, nor cotton picking slave, but fattened goose When you wait… Continue reading Poetry Corner: I Didn’t Ask for Yesteryear

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Poetry Corner: Domestic

Hazelnut eyes and plain brown hair No thousand mile gaze, just an eight mile stare Add a smile to conceal your nightmare Pretend smiles and a jocular air Papering the cracks no one knows are there Happiness? So preciously rare In the dark of loneliness, no one to care A book of memories barren and… Continue reading Poetry Corner: Domestic

Poetry Corner: Clock of Time

I’m not sure I asked, It happened anyway, you said I did, It’s all my fault, It always is.   An earned reward, that consequence I knew better, You said I did, I always do.   I gave up knowing, Not even the same is safe Breathing daring, I know I should.   You would… Continue reading Poetry Corner: Clock of Time

Dear Diary: Look Down on Me?

Most days a look of contempt or disdain is nothing to me, the opinion of some random non-entity who knows nothing of who I am Today it bothered me: today I wanted to shake her and ask who are you to think for one minute you are better than me? No one is better than… Continue reading Dear Diary: Look Down on Me?

Dear Diary: 19th July 17, At The Head of the Valley

Back from a weekend in Wales. For many, this is a simple thing, for my Mouse this was a weekend of overcoming fears. Fear of the unknown, a trip to a new and unfamiliar place via new roads, to the countryside. No urban landscape, no hospital, no backup plan, no safety net, the very darkest… Continue reading Dear Diary: 19th July 17, At The Head of the Valley

Monday Night Reflection: Back to Normal

That is a lie, of course, there is no back to normal. Not in a bad way, but I am not going back. I had decided to move on before any of this dropped on me, I had changed direction, and normal was a fluid state of moving forward towards something new and different. Normal… Continue reading Monday Night Reflection: Back to Normal

Poetry Corner – The Real Me

Sometimes you forget Sometimes you believe Sometimes you don’t pretend You are not who you are Not make believe or fantasy You believe the empty words The things they say because they should Because they should be kind They are the encouraging sort Some days I forget they expect me to fail Some days I… Continue reading Poetry Corner – The Real Me

Monday Night Reflection: Darkness

  I don’t want to reflect, I don’t want to create, I don’t want to be kind, I don’t want to be compassionate, I want nothing to do with people or the world, in fact, to echo Alfred’s characterisation of the Joker, I just want to watch the world burn. This is not depression, this… Continue reading Monday Night Reflection: Darkness

Dear Diary: 20th February 2017

Don't stroke the Mouse! Mouse was rushed into hospital last Tuesday with a suspected stroke. Nearly a week later all we can say for definite is that Thursday night his brain showed no sign of damage. 20 stroke like episodes later Mouse can barely move his left side or speak. His NHS experience is far… Continue reading Dear Diary: 20th February 2017

Monday Night Reflection: Logan

Apologies to those who haven’t seen the film, this will no doubt have a spoiler in it. This is not a film review, instead, Logan, like other fictional works became a mirror in which I could see myself more clearly. Great writing, great story telling, whatever the medium talks intimately to its audience, the very… Continue reading Monday Night Reflection: Logan