Archive For The “Writing” Category
As a youth, you were beautiful you didn’t need a mirror to tell you that you didn’t need to transcend I did that for you. Your earlier face, that asymmetric face was the one I knew best; with the nose offset, thanks to the playing field. Then the glass came between us between…
Silence heard through the din of crickets the serene broken only by the unseen. A metallic flash the kingfisher’s splash into the green. Paradise. I have been here all my life, waiting for this moment. For Derek Walcott (d. 17th March 2017). His Midsummer, Tobago inspired this poem.
Expect nothing, you said and nothing is what arrived this morning in the first post. Nothing. Enclosed in a box ten inches by ten by ten all wrapped up in used brown paper and salvaged string. Expect nothing, you said Not a penny if you marry that spender of misfortunes that good for nothing,…
Those who read Greyhares will know that, when out in public, I am an inveterate chatterer. The content of my chat varies, covering anything from idle chit-chat, to serious debate, to the infamous imparting of unsolicited advice. To these more traditional categories, I have just added a fourth – the ‘avuncular chat’. Here, the purpose…
It’s confession time. Earlier this year I wrote that I was a compulsive chatterbox whenever travelling on busses or trains and that I had resolved to give the habit up [Pipped at the post, Greyhares, 5 May, 2016]. I failed. My silence only lasted a few weeks and I was soon chatting again at full…
On 2nd December 2014, almost two years ago, my wife Rohan had a horrible cycling accident. That day, as she was cycling home, she was hit, and then run over, by a van [On Church Road, Greyhares, February 12, 2015]. After two months and ten operations the fractures of her pelvis had knitted, the skin grafts…
Autumn came a little early this year and one morning, well before sunrise, I was the solitary figure freezing outside our local bakery. I had been queuing for hours – well, more precisely 35 minutes – but had I arrived any later my mission could have been jeopardised. The story began some months beforehand when…
