Tag: memories

Lucy

My dear Lucy, tonight I found you in the dusty depths of a long ago time. I saw our home in the rolling green hills. We stood outside the stable on well worn earth, breathing in the fresh scent of early morning spring dew,… Continue Reading “Lucy”

Identity and Grief

I’m constantly struggling to understand myself. Understand my selves. Unfortunately my memory of past events is so compartmentalised that every now and then something happens to challenge my beliefs about who I think I am and it throws me for a loop. My understanding… Continue Reading “Identity and Grief”

Super Ted and Finding Sarah

I need to get up and have a shower. It’s 7:30 am and I’ve been lying here awake since 5 but it’s cold, bitterly cold, too cold to survive the 4 metre dash to the bathroom let alone strip naked and wait for the… Continue Reading “Super Ted and Finding Sarah”

Acid Rain

Drifting through the currents of my mind,I find myself lost in a sea of thoughts.Through high tides and low,in the shadows of darkness we’d roam.We weathered the storms together,but now this journey takes me alone.I counted the grains of the sands of time,as we… Continue Reading “Acid Rain”

Rewriting History

Things have been really hard lately, emotionally that is. All these things are happening around us that should be good, great even but a familiar shadow of shame hangs over me and I feel only numbness, fear and pain. Any writing I’ve done lately… Continue Reading “Rewriting History”

The Path to Nowhere

His journey is a lonely one, He travels through the night, On a long path to nowhere, Just looking for his light. Living his life out in the open, But still hidden from everyone, On this long path to nowhere, What has driven him… Continue Reading “The Path to Nowhere”

Magic Wand

The beggars they’ve got the best of you,they all want to see you fail,year after year you tread this path,sing your sordid tale. Oh wave your magic wand,my learned vagabond,wish yourself some whisky,chase yourself some tail. But where at the bottom of the bottle,is… Continue Reading “Magic Wand”

Saying Goodbye

My Dad died on the 28th of December 2020.A good 10 days after a middle aged doctor in situationally inappropriate bright red Christmas themed scrubs told us he’d had a massive hemorrhagic stroke and would pass away within 48hrs. He was a fighter, my… Continue Reading “Saying Goodbye”

Part 6: The Devil’s Car

After leaving New Zealand and Diamond behind I don’t remember The Devil being spoken about again. My Grandmother had returned once more to New Zealand and I had no contact with either of them. Diamond’s story was long forgotten, stored safely in a locked… Continue Reading “Part 6: The Devil’s Car”

Part 5: Uncovered

Diamond had her first baby at 13, she’d grown up the hard way “graduated from the school of hard knocks” as she often joked wryly, but a trauma survivor can sniff out another a mile away, she had sensed my inner pain and she… Continue Reading “Part 5: Uncovered”