Finis coronat opus
Since my brother’s death I, like Tennyson’s Ulysses, have wanted to believe that Old age hath yet his honour and his toil; Death closes all: but something ere the end, […]
It’s a Love Thing
We walk along the road and so many things grab at our arms demanding our attention. Or we zombie the ambience with earphones. Art galleries, sightseeing sites, concerts, restaurants, must-sees, […]
Fossils
Do old words any meaning bring? Do broken flutes Remember they could sing? The flight of a Pterodactylus must have been quite the thing.
Woke
When Richard Pryor started using the N-word in his stand-up act he powerfully turned a hurtful term into a badge of pride. The same with the gay community and the word ‘quee
The Reichest Man in America
First they came for the socialists, and I did not speak out—because I was not a socialist.
Then they came for the trade unionists, and I did not speak out—because I was not a trade unionist.
Moon River and me and them
It was a cold and inhospitable night.The tides and spirit were not aligned for me to go out and meet friends so I opted to stay and in a do some work.
Ghosts of Christmasses Past
My brothers were in charge of the annual nativity or ‘crib’ at the Sacred Heart, Tunstall. I would go along with them and they would let me help.
