The Letters and Writing

Fine

I started writing this because of something that happened in June. Happened exactly at the same time that Theresa May…

Boom Boom!

There’s a chap wrote today about how parents can inoculate their children against socialism by watching out for “microcommunisim in…

Ex Terra Lucem

Dad never really kept a job for long.  So while my sister was born in Slough (“Windsor”), then moved to…

Karma is not Fate

I built my life. After you died. I got away. You’d have been proud. If I’d had to crawl I’d…

Truth

This is the place where I always find myself. Believing and not believing. Memory is not a video tape. It…

Little

  Grace’s words. Making shapes of me. Written on my body. Really truly written on my body and I crawl…

Oysters

I know what you’re thinking. Why all this now. You’ve been dead 30 odd years? Don’t you deserve some bloody…