Long summer days turn golden as autumn rolls through, leaves wither and fall as the golden landscape turns white with winter; Day by day, month by month, we drifted onwards, an inexorable path to adulthood, where we aimed to move on to bigger and better things -to change the world. Some naïve, adolescent hope that […]

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I’m Sorry

I’m sorry: Sorry I don’t know the right words to say. That when you get into that mood, I can’t offer support the way I’d want to. I’m sorry that you sometimes feel you face those big challenges, the ones life throws at you out of spite, alone. I’m sorry I can’t always reassure you […]

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She should have taken it all in her stride, but she didn’t have the pride; modest by nature, she bows under the criticism, Their reasons, to her, wrapped in mysticism.   ‘How could they be so cruel?’ Well, they’re the fool. They throw insults jealously; Her humour, kindness and creativity marred by melancholy; Self-doubt imposed […]

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In Dreams

Day after day, monotony; identical events again and again, and we sit through this tedium daily. We’re born an empty vessel for ennui and our lives fill us up, slowly; drop by tiresome drop, all waking hours, a veritable Chinese water torture of life.   But in dreams we find release. Remembering things long lost, […]

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On Leaving

The image of them parting, I see from afar; The shuffled, awkward embrace that lingers, over what may have been. He whispers something she doesn’t quite catch, ‘Did she really hear that correctly?’ She asks him to repeat, heart fluttering, but his fears overcome him and he repeats something different, something positively bland, something nice; nice […]

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A name

A name – A name to last for years, etched into my mind, as a dedication in gleaming and pure Parian marble. An obelisk to your memory dominating the landscape of my thoughts; you hang over me like the Word; The Word that was there in the beginning, and will be there at the end; eternally part […]

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The Rat Race

One day he sat on the train, thinking. His commute, being two hours long, afforded him this luxury. He often thought about his life. He should be happy: He had a good education, Oxbridge; a good job, finance; a large home, detached; a loving family, one son and two beautiful daughters, and yet something was […]

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