Monthly Archives: February 2016

A Difference Of Outlook


One afternoon my Grandad said to me, “Son, to men, women always remain a mysterious entity while to women, men become a flawed utility.” He made the comment with a chuckle and it made me smile because I remember Grandma … Continue reading

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A Grave Conversation


I sat in the car with my wife and travelled up to the cemetery where I’d been buried not long before. She didn’t know I was there, of course, I was now the silent passenger; the observer, the helpless carer … Continue reading

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A Glance In Passing


Between strangers briefly met came a touching of unrecorded lives. In that place behind our eyes where privacies seek out moments of nourishment:  in that unmapped jungle deep within our thoughts where primal energies and doubts enjoy freedom of movement, … Continue reading

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The Bravest Man I Knew And A Beer


“Was he the last man alive,” I asked myself. He who’d walked another life than mine; climbed mountains I would never see but whose eyes lit up with understanding when I talked. You do not have to be young to be … Continue reading

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The Search For Profundity


Ignatius Plotsky was a poet in waiting, a painter in search of a canvas and writer of some obscurity whose insights were sited somewhere beyond the land of meaning. Following a few drinks at the bar, and spotting a young … Continue reading

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The Price Of Jewellery


Mark Flatterby, a man in his late fifties, lived moderately, surrounding himself with colleagues, friends of largely respectably character apart from myself, a wife and two children. All good on the Flatterby front then until a certain Maureen Cartwright turned … Continue reading

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