Mantra for the Times

I can love and feel without touch; I long for its return. I will not be afraid of humanity; I refuse to deny my own. I can do nothing to destroy the invisible enemy; I can do everything necessary and within my means to keep myself and others alive. I can be political, raging against … Read moreMantra for the Times

Stories of Dad I-V

Bernard, father of Andrew

Remembering my father today. The sacrifices he and millions of others made, and their bravery. I remember some of the terrible truths of WW2 as told to me by my dad, things you won’t find in the history books, stories of what it was really like, which was nothing like the movies and video games. … Read moreStories of Dad I-V

Poem // The Blot

I wish the blot was in me and not in my friend, but life is what it is, unfair and mean to the kindest person I’ve ever seen. Where humans are concerned life is best suited to liars and haters, or so it seems, with so many lying and hating and winning with that. It’s … Read morePoem // The Blot

Poem // He Stroked His Mother’s Hair

He stroked his mother’s hair as she lay on the bed, lost in a fiction, sensate world of danger, phobias and betrayals. She calmed and then he said, for all the love you gave to me, I give it back to you in full but my debt to you can never be repaid for you … Read morePoem // He Stroked His Mother’s Hair

Poem // Perfectly Imperfect

When first he set eyes upon you, you were perfect; a warm light, drawing him inside, no moth to a flame analogy – for no one could ever be destroyed by entering the citadel of you, determinedly prising a lock open, a way into your heart, though fires rage there, it is true, deep below … Read morePoem // Perfectly Imperfect

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