Gallery These images cut and cradled, From points of the past, Betray the grace of Time. Underneath each photograph the poet Writes And remembers The beautiful people who took his breath away. Black and white, Sometimes in colour, His messy hand makes the words hard to read. There is something so intimate about penmanship, The... Continue Reading →
I will grow old with these men. As the lonely trees have the wind, I have my brothers.
Head in the Sky: The Ancients
Grab a Bowl
I'm whipping up something magical for you. l/r
Grab a Bowl
I HAVE INTERNET. I have since Monday, but I'm making a post tonight. I think next week I'll start from the beginning; Before my dad died, high school, friends and all. This originally began as an exercise for me, simply to get feedback on the writing, but I've received such amazing responses that I think... Continue Reading →
Oliver: An excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir
Oliver My first reaction when my mom told me she had a surprise was that she was sending me off to be married. I don’t know why that’s what I thought, but it was. While I sat in the car with her and Richie all I could imagine was meeting a teenage boy who would... Continue Reading →
Grab a Bowl
Before my family moved up north my cat, Thorn ran away. I hate that - ran away- the sound it makes. He needed some fresh air and he went out as he always did with the expectation to come back to his family. Only to find the house empty, torn apart and his family no... Continue Reading →
Grab a Bowl
Today's excerpt is a little different. A little sadder than most.I hope you like it.l/r
Coins: An excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir
CoinsI can’t tell you the amount of coinsMy father found when he was alive.Pennies,Nickels,Dimes.All aligned waiting for him,To stop and pick up.He’d catch a glimpse of their silvery,Faces,Laying flat and unimportant on the sidewalk.When he’d pick them up I’d smileIn amazement that he could spot so manyOf these neglected, inconspicuous currency;While others walk so proudly... Continue Reading →
Grab a Bowl
I'll be posting much more come next Monday, I haven't had my internet set up as yet. But Monday, you'll be getting so many Porridge excerpts and HITS characters you won't know what to do with yourself.Posting in 1 minute! l/r
5:24am: An excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir
5:24amI wake up at 5:24am to a room of dimly lit candlesAnd confusion.A day doesn’t pass that I don’t hope he will appear to me in the night.Wish for it.Hope for it.Dread it.To sit at my bed and tell me he is proud,That he sees me,Still sees me,And always will.I dreamt of him today,We were... Continue Reading →
Famous Last Words 