A Gravy-Stained Time Machine It must have been a strange sight: a large, portly gentleman in a checked linen Borsalino, sitting on the passenger side of a beaten-up left-hand drive Rav4. Well past his prime, just like the car. Its blue-green paintwork was as faded as his hair and patchy, like his memory. His eyes…
One at a time – a series of posts where I will examine a single image – today it’s tsunami. Vision fractured, life unbroken. A survivor of the 2004 tsunami in Sri Lanka sits in the small makeshift treatment centre, the same one that would later treat my chest infection caused by breathing the toxic…
The Eureka Moment I’m sat here dripping wet. It’s not raining. Nor has a pipe burst. No. I’m sat here because I’ve just had a moment of clarity — my Eureka-in-the-bath moment — and in such a hurry to share it, I rushed down to my faithful Mac to start typing before it vanished in…
When I stole the desperate kiss,You stole my heart.Lips sealed,Sealed my fate.I surrendered,As if a virgin,I gave myself to you,As you gave yourself to me. But that was long ago,In the past.It seems some things,They were not built to last. Indeed, you broke my heart,For a while.Life fell apart.Love moved on,As did life.I survived that…
I can’t remember being youngOr how I got old.I can’t even rememberThose stories I’ve told. Memory loss,Now is such an affliction.How much of my life isJust pure fiction? How can I lie,If I don’t know what’s true?Honestly, mate,Would I lie to you? Yeah, I drink too much,That bit is true.Again, the line:Would I lie to…