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!
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
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?
You are but new to the world Yet I know you to your very bones. Deeper, indeed. I was shown you on a screen Before you arrived. As your fragile self bound itself together. Now here, you are full of the joys of Spring, Summer. Autumn. Winter: a calendar of joys Captured in moments too … More Growth
Is there anything worse than a hangover? I mean a baddun. Hmm? Turns out there is: a hangover in a Soft Play centre. Oh God, it was awful. Worse than awful. I had one of those ones that make you feel like you’re on a stormy cross-channel ferry. Yeah, I know it was self-inflicted, but … More Soft Play Apocalypse
My week thusfar has been dominated by things coming full-circle. Powerful, elemental and emotive happenings and moments. Gladdening completions and new beginnings. The latest of them thumped home today. My Three and three-quarter year old son discovered Robin Hood. He had been introduced to the Disney version a few weeks ago by a wise friend, … More Some things I can still see
You bought me a pocket watch before you were born. One last indulgence to mark the solemnity of fatherhood. Polished it was; never bismirched by fingerprints. Measured ticks marked out your last trimester. You arrived early and turned nights into days and minutes into hours. The watch marked out your feeds; I like a … More Father time
Today, on this day, I made a pie. A chicken and spring onion pie. A marvellous pie, fortified with bay leaves, spring onions, cracked black pepper and home made pastry. I also made it with my son, and so it has become known as ‘cat pie’. By the wonderful, eccentric and often profound law of … More Living the Pie life.
We both built your scooter of white and of red, Then laughed as you span all three wheels; In a helmet I carefully nestled your head, I smiled at your chuckles and squeals. You stepped to the plate, and said ‘can you help’, With wide eyes so brimful of fear, I lovingly thought you’re still … More The day he grew