broken

broken

Once pristine pressed, Now the record of their love and loyalty Crackled with anger Hissed with spite. His betrayal a gouge of infidelity Scored deep. Her heart bleeding out along the grooves. (inspired by the lyric video for Hammock “The Night You Caught...
Forgiveness

Forgiveness

A thorny issue, this forgiving business. I can’t speak for other faiths but I know from my upbringing that christians are taught that to forgive is divine. Yet how many of us approach divinity? My experience has shown me that I am able to forgive … to a...
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...
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...