loneliness

Smart phone self abuse

I remember my time living in a community house in Inverness around late 2000- early 2003, I think. A time of innocence, but already the community was in decline. Long staying volunteer members were in retreat, backing off, living out. Several of them searching for a way to maintain a relationship with the community fromContinueContinue reading “Smart phone self abuse”

Surplus

September —————- Autumn arrives againBringing with it reliefTo attic dwellersOf cooler months to come, Of blinds left open,And house plants wateredOnly onceOr twice a day. But it also brings the harvestOf those belligerent plantsWhich refused to die,Which failed to wither; Plums, and plum tomatoes,And round tomatoes, andA handful of squash.And apples and more apples andContinueContinue reading “Surplus”

Alan

A good friend, and sometime retired colleague of mine received a call from a hospital worker at the beginning of January. Her number was one of very few in Alan’s phonebook, Alan had died after a week in hospital did she want to arrange a funeral? She didn’t. She befriended Alan as after they’d workedContinueContinue reading “Alan”

One starry night

https://open.spotify.com/track/6tqtBSQ0byoeyIdkdYHI1Y?si=bWkM392tSgC6gSBVMLgklg One starry night as I lay sleepingOne starry night as I lay in bedI dreamed I heard wagon wheels a creakingWhen I awoke, my own love had fled I’ll search the highways, likewise the bywaysI’ll search the boreens, the camping places too,I will inquire all of our peopleHave they tide or tidings or sightContinueContinue reading “One starry night”

The man who wrote a real fiction

George realised that by giving his character a name that wasn’t his, he could easily open up a big space, he could stand back in safety and examine this new person. He decided to call him Mikey. No great thought went into it, George didn’t even know a Mikey, but somehow it was the firstContinueContinue reading “The man who wrote a real fiction”