Thoughts and other trivia...

Wednesday, April 18, 2018


It’s a stain. Many stains, actually. It’s like being awash in a toxic rain whose drops leave mementos in places where they linger and kiss your body. But, kisses don’t always evoke happy memories, do they? Sometimes they fester, like open wounds, creating their own narratives of pain. 

Maybe it’s the mark of Cain. 

Maybe it’s a question begging to be asked but to which no answer seems enough. 

Maybe these are the flames from the bridges you’ve burnt.

Maybe it’s a consequence. Of failures and of longings. 

Maybe it’s a sign of what you’ve always known: you don’t belong. 

Or, maybe it’s just a stranger in the mirror.

Monday, February 05, 2018

Who woulda thunk!  😀 Red-letter day!!

Tuesday, October 04, 2016

Oh, begone!

To borrow (and tweak) a line from Beckett, I could’ve really done without 2016. It’s been, possibly, the worst time of my life. Of course, I could “try to eff it”, as Beckett says, but the pain and frustration and misery seem to get in the way of things.

Saturday, May 07, 2016

The Nat King Cole Way

After we’d finished talking about work, she said she was going to call me anyway to give me some advice about something both of us are dealing with. Even as she was talking, I was thinking about what it will take for people to be less intrusive, more considerate and empathetic. Whether it’s down to the bravado typical of someone in such a situation or just stoic acceptance of it, she said people don’t bother her so much now. “It’s their karma,” she said. Me? I guess I just pretend it doesn’t bother me.