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“Lovely evening for it,” said Archie’s neighbour, locking up his car.  Archie nodded and waved his free hand but kept moving.  He didn’t want to get caught up in any gossip or putting-the-world-to-rights right now.  635 more words

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Cat Woman

O’Grady the landlord sent his sons to sort the old woman out.  She was a cantankerous old boot, hard of hearing and should, by rights, be in some kind of home, but no, out of the kindness of his heart, O’Grady had graciously allowed her to remain in the end-of-terrace house, without much of a rent increase.  506 more words

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You others, we the very old have a country.
A passport costs everything there is.

– William Stafford (“Waiting in Line”)

Circles mapped to save steps on sure ground, 169 more words

Poems 2015

The Sting of Abuse

Death swallowed by triumphant Life!
Who got the last word, oh, Death?
Oh, Death, who’s afraid of you now?

It was sin that made death so frightening and law-code guilt that gave sin its leverage, its destructive power. 330 more words


Meanwhile, up at the flats...

O’Malley crashed into the police station and stumbled towards the front desk. The duty sergeant glanced up from his crossword puzzle.

“This is a turn-up!” he laughed. 563 more words

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“Goodnight then, chick,” Davey’s mother pecked his forehead. She tucked him in tight. “You and that old Teddy. I don’t know; I thought you were a big boy.” 366 more words

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Next Time

I love this poem by William Stafford….

Next Time

Next time what I’d do is look at
the earth before saying anything.  I’d stop
just before going into a house…

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