For my son’s Guardian Angel Make a rope swing, I thought, for my son: Fill sunny days with pendular fun, Thank God and all angels I tested the bough: To see if rough usage its strength would allow. For down the bough came, my shoulders were struck: Although my blood flowed, I hold … More When the bough breaks- to the tune of ‘Rockabye Baby’
Two hearts, for which my heart beats Are safe within a locked ward. Resting, behind swaying curtains, tended by torch-bearing nurses. I drift along empty corridors. Outside, a deep pre-dawn stillness reigns. The air hangs damp, yet somehow less cloying than those stifling bays, with the parent’s room saturated in tears. Every car … More Out of Eden
It was 2.57 pm on this sunny, Sunday afternoon (now 5 hours ago), and I was back in 1995 again. The doors of the Village Hall were humming in time to the bass. I could see the disco lights. I heard the dulcet, (or rather Dorset) tones of the DJ croon ‘I LIKE TO MOOVE … More MAKE SOME NOISE!
Early morning Sun lit your strong hands as you cradled the roots. Brows knit in concentration, tenderly lowering the blooms. Patting the soil as softly as I used to dry your tiny, unfurling limbs, when this was your bath. Your deep, Brown eyes look at your handiwork, then duelling crows on our rooftop drew you … More Nurture
I can see why it happened. I can. I really can. I can even see how I may have contributed to it. Perhaps. My wife removes the ‘may’part. But when it happened it was awful. My mind clouds. All I could manage was a gutteral ‘OH FUCK’, and a lunge towards the household aisle. Where did this … More I’m the King of the Castle!
I wish I could see the world through his eyes.
You walk as one who has seen many things, Eyes to the front, to meet what is to come; Excited, primed for what the future brings, Yet still a backward glance for Dad and Mum. School bag and water bottle held aloft, You have a stride, where once there was a bounce; Those … More New Horizons
It was the best part of a very shitty day. Sitting on the decking, Fin listened to the starlings and savoured his cigarette. The last of the colours were leaching out of the sky, and a bat skittered overhead. He revelled in the quietness. Replaying the argument in his head he drew on the fag … More Smoke Signal
I hear your little feet pelting out of the fitting room Then there you are: a miniature man. Large as life in pressed white shirt and grey jumper. Eyes as sparkling as your new uniform; Bright with pride and excitement. All the brighter in the absence of your playtime vivid colours. I steel myself as … More Buying his first school uniform
My son lives his life in one tense. The present. He has no conception of the future, and anything that has passed is in the past. It is yesterday. He said to me this morning ‘remember yesterday when you jumped in the lake’? That was Christmas Day 2015. This afternoon when I picked him up … More Do you remember yesterday?