FT&MA wild writing

Sink as far down as you can be pulled up
Happiness really ain’t all about luck
Let your demeanor be your deep down self
And don’t sacrifice your life for your health
When you speak, speak sincere
And believe me friend, everyone will hear

Fontaines D.C. – A Hero’s Death

We are aliens

We are all aliens, at home. We awake and rub our eyes, brains warming up as we focus for another day on yet more things that sit beyond us, almost within reach but not quite close enough for us to grasp with two hands. We are aliens in our own world, no different now, really, … Continue reading We are aliens

Emotional few months

It’s been an emotional few months. Well, an emotional life, really. What are we if not a mixing bowl of emotions? See? I told you. I’m still emotional and am likely to remain so. What is the alternative to emotional? Control? And what is that if not simply the pretence of something clearly not real? … Continue reading Emotional few months

Nothing Like the Truth

There is nothing like the truth. The truth will set you free. There is nothing like the truth. The truth will cause misery. Growing up, the truth was sold to me as the basis of a decent, civilised, and successful life. Among societal leaders and winners were the local doctor, lawyer, judge, and post office … Continue reading Nothing Like the Truth

Write On

You should write something. I always enjoy your writing. Why don’t you write? You’re good. More people should read it. Well, I’d love to, but I just have these things stopping me. Like what? There are 24 hours in a day. I know but they tend to be 24 hours of stress and anxiety. Seems … Continue reading Write On

She had horses

She had horses who loved her. And horses who didn’t but tried. Horses who didn’t know and never would.  She had horses who shivered in snow.  She had horses who shivered anyway, any day.  She had horses who were wise. She had horses who thought they were wise.  She had horses who couldn’t be trusted … Continue reading She had horses

Be vast

“Things ain’t what they used to be” – where does that line come from? Must be a musical from my childhood – ‘Oliver,’ maybe. If so, we are going back over 40-odd years to a line that is perfect for today in September 2020, when the first TV debate will air between Biden and Trump. … Continue reading Be vast

You bet your life

Unscripted, free-flowing monologue recorded in one take and then transcribed, just to try something different. Some years ago – well, eight years ago – I had an experience. I saw, for the first time in my life, a dead body. It wasn’t a war experience, or anything like that. It was my brother-in-law. It was … Continue reading You bet your life

Things change

The more things change, the more things get weird. I was going to say that we know change happens. The seasons do their thing, as do tides and the second hands of clocks and watches. Bank accounts run down; gas tanks empty. Fridges, in our house, get fuller. Dust settles, perspective shifts. We age, while … Continue reading Things change


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