Thirty Forever Back when I was in my thirties, after a particularly heavy snow-storm, I noticed the school-kids having snowball fights every day as they walked by my house on their way to school. I decided to have a little fun with them. I hid behind the...
Her Life in Colour Sketches and doodles. Soups and pot noodles, these are the things of her day. Artistic licence is what she most craves, doing "her stuff" in her very own way. She won't reside in the shadows, I fear, why, if she has her way, she'll grad...
Parental Mistakes My Mother was called Miriam, but mostly just “Mim,” I didn't know my real Dad, knew nothing, about him. Ma had a fancy, upon a mad whim, I was the result of their passion and sin. I dont blame either for their brief little fling, for wit...
The Jet-SetNestled in the valley, in the Bay of the Beacon. Hidden in vaults where visuals display. Blackened bountiful tear-drops suspended, for hungry eyes an optic delight. Oh vision. Oh wonder, dark-light in our lives, seeking, craving, wanting and pu...
The Coal Wagons The coal trains ran behind our houses from morning to night, twenty four seven, thundering down from the pit to the staithes at the river, where the coal was transferred from the wagons to the ships. Miles of seemingly endless coal wagons...
Coal-Miner Thirty year old powerloader Brian, stood amidst the crowd of jabbering miners as they waited to descend in the cage. His aching slightly overweight frame already fatigued with the stress of just getting there. He put his holdall down at his fee...
No Title Yet Superlatives and adjectives, are words to describe. A verb-ing word is a doing term, behind which I can hide. Full stops and commas, I infuse, with words to halt or pause. Without such things, I'd soon be seen, writing, un-verbose? I get so t...
Dear Doddsy How you doing pal? Sorry to hear of your accident. Jan told me you were bored stupid and didn't have much to read, (to tell you the truth mate, I didn't know you could read). There being no telly till the kids programmes in the afternoons (bet...
Geordie Martin's Budgie We were all sitting in the Pit Canteen, at one thirty in the afternoon, half an hour from the time we have to go down. It was mid-summer as well, quite a hot day and the last thing we wanted, was to be down the hot smelly dark pit....
The Carpet Train Oh how I miss my Daughters and Me, playing in the garden, the cemetery or sea. The colouring in, the chalk on the path, their friends staying over, or games in the bath. What is it really, I'm trying to say? I wish they'd both visit or ma...
I SwearEngland. South Shields, 1967. I leaned against our back gate, acting the big man in front of the bloke next door. Mouthing off to him and swearing even though he'd already complained a couple of times to Ma about my bucket-mouth. Thinking I was so...
