Talecatching

Money Lender.

Money Lender.

For a Funeral on Sunday

He was the boy that every mother wanted her daughter to bring home. He was kind and handsome, with a puppy dog enthusiasm for life. Then things changed.

Street Life

Ian Mabe stood looking at himself in the Top Shop's window, although it might have been Horne's. He never looked up, just in case

So that was summer?

I looked at the thermometer this morning and it told me the cold weather was back and summer was over. It always seemed longer when I was a child.

Memories

Jean B I was born at a terrace house in Rock Road in 1926. Her husband was also born in the same Road.

The Toast Rack

The toast rack on my counter has slotted in its gaps oven mittens and recipes. When I was a child it stood on the table every morning.

18563 - I needed to stretch my legs

I live at 18563, these long number are a metaphor. It's a marker for your distance in moments to the grave.

Macaroni to the Masses

Removing the macaroni cheese advertisement, Laura reflected on her success.

Industrial Dream.

The pulley wheels are spinning fast,

Leather bands drive strange machines.

Lights flickering, shadows cast,

So it was in my dreams.

Noise deafening as drills bored through,

Rich For A Few Moments.

Rich For A Few Moments

Coffee House Gossip.

Coffee House Gossip.

Life's Path.

Life’s Path.

A Conservative's Hatchet Job

When I was young there was a hill at the back of my house. I would run up it to look out at the lake in the distance. The years past, and the trees that I never noticed grew up. Then when I

AlphaCat

Meow

knock knock knock

shall so you will be
opposite to you and me
plenty a words
long a sewn
across a stone
where lies a loon
knock you so
the door upon
waking up
the leprecaun
stay so thy hand
run afar

At The Coffee Shop.

At the Coffee Shop.

The Players: Pt 3- Destiny

A lover of men; which is not to be gender specific, but only, used to describe our fragile, temporary existence.

The Players: Pt 2- Chance

As I stare at this blank page, he is infinite potential. The choices that we posses, the very things that separate us from each other, make life possible.

The Players: Pt 1- Time

One of the Three main characters in a story I am developing.

Manners.

Manners.

Manners were taught when I was a boy.

The girls made a curtsey the boys a bow.

Upbringing was for parents a joy,

But sadly things have changed now.