Day 133
When I got back home late yesterday afternoon, it felt like I’d been away for 30 days not 30 hours. Seriously exhausted, stomach not right, I couldn’t wait until the… Continue Reading
When I got back home late yesterday afternoon, it felt like I’d been away for 30 days not 30 hours. Seriously exhausted, stomach not right, I couldn’t wait until the… Continue Reading
Sometimes, I wish I would not share my children’s taste in music, Nor shared with them the music I love, And that they hated what I like. Sometimes, I wish… Continue Reading
This evening, I was massaging the feet of one of my daughters. She’s 19 now, and a father does what a father does. I was reminded, and spoke to her, of… Continue Reading
That night,Under the full moon,At the bottom of the garden,I toasted you with the last can of beer I had,You and your mother, already upstairs,You new, in the old basketNext… Continue Reading
This has been a difficult week. When considering this post, I realised how easy it is to write certain things into fiction rather than baring all as real people. Because… Continue Reading