Few Hairs and The Torteless

So that’s his game! The old man sat there with a brick for a phone pressed to his hairy ear. He squinted, strained to hear whoever he talked with, mouthed spittle-infused words. Oh, he was good. Really good. But it was an obvious ruse. He turned and gave me that glassy-eyed look only the elderly […]


It is a slow, gradual process The fading of one moment to another, The melding of present and past  To create the now. Life teaches us to trust our judgments, Yet those judgements change with the passage of experience, The movement of time and self. In increments, we lose what we were Replaced by what we always should have been; Or said; Or thought; Or […]

Fashioned From Experience.

There is no voice beyond the silence, No thief of time, nor memory That shall deprive you of essence and soul. For those feelings, Those emotions, snippets of self, Are stored safely away in a casket  Called your beating heart. There they synchronise with all that you are And all you have been  To become […]