Fear has no hold over me

Fear has no hold over me

Sitting in a Starbucks, thinking about fear. It’s a strange thing is fear, it tugs at your sleeve constantly as a reminder that you’re talentless, imperfect, a blight that the perfect tolerate with amusement. Fear transforms those dreams that come to you...
At the Allotment

At the Allotment

Scene: An allotment, somewhere in the north of England.  Two elderly gardeners are leaning on their forks and talking.  Albert have you seen the size of his marrows over there? Wilf ay, they’re coming on grandly Albert he sez he’s got some special fertiliser for them...
Graveyard Roses

Graveyard Roses

Graveyard roses. I planted some for you. They bloom brighter and sweeter with each passing year. As you didn’t in life. You said you loved me, but did you? You truly only loved yourself, and I don’t think you loved yourself that much. Love/hate. Too close...
Tap Shoes and Toothache

Tap Shoes and Toothache

Memories can be a blessing or a curse, and my memories of Morecambe’s West End are both. Once upon a time, long, long, ago I ventured regularly from my home in central Morecambe to the West End. Tip-tap went my shoes across the hard, wooden floors at the Glenville...
Be human, be different, be kind

Be human, be different, be kind

All the wrong in the world Humans killing humans Mostly for religion or greed … the “other” There is no “other”, there is only US. Humans People People with the same blood in their veins, the same organs in their bodies, the same limbs,...