I’ve been writing bits and pieces lately, but to be honest it’s all been really negative stuff. About the environment, pollution, futlity of modern life blah…. So I’ve been trying really hard to come up with something nice, something positive – just anything but a moan! Which can be hard to do, when you’re feeling morose, as everything sounds or feels trite, saccharin or contrived. However, I’ve come up with
Thanks for taking the time to read this. I’ve not written any flash fiction for a while. This piece is not really a story or a finished article, but is an exercise for me. I’ve tried to keep the piece interesting, with rhythm and some of my own words. You might spot a deliberate debt to Dylan Thomas. Thank you Dylan! I hope you like this. Let me know.
I’ve counted my friends and I am fortunate. Blessed by life with true relations. In trouble, through gaps in time, over distance and under-maintained. I’m still lucky. To’ve known life and to experience friendship. True friendship – beyond infatuation, beyond duty’s bond and loyalty’s clasp, beyond life-joined unity. Upon the rocks at the true depths, the limits of human tolerance, I have been stood by. And I am the richer
I guess this poem is topical. One for our times – or, perhaps – one for a long, long time. We have the capacity to get somuch right here on Earth, and we persist in getting so much wrong. What is with us? Summing Up: Look how far we’ve come. Children educated so fast they’re not ready for work. We are now so thoroughly modern we have
Today is “Time to Talk” day. The aim is to get us talking about our mental health. Our feelings and emotions. Our sense of ourselves. Perhaps how we see ourselves, how we feel about ourselves and how that makes us act, interact and affects our sense of wellbeing. Just living day to day can be a trauma. So, think before you interact with your friends, colleagues
I haven’t written any prose for a while. Inspired, I guess, by the adverts signalling the start of the six nations, I wrote this yesterday in the early evening. I really hope this captures some of the drama of the competition, and the series of matches we all lap up, anticipating great success, or cringeing disappointment, wondering what might have been. Anyway, it’s a great time of year for a