At times, I’m tempted to use this blog – well, more like a blog. At the moment its my note book. Hence repetitious versions of poems, half paragraphs of stories I might one day write, and the odd thought or two.
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Category Archives: 2004
Posts are all stored most recent first. This makes it a challenge to read some of the snippets of stories. A thousand* apologies.
*The size of apologies may vary according to seasonal availability.
Photos are a coming. I’m currently sorting through the 6,500 pictures I’ve taken over the last 3 years, and will put some on the site. At the moment they are all via the dot mac account, as I don’t have sufficient bandwidth from this one.
To the road. Focus between the white lines, follow the movement forward without thought. So what about where he wanted ot drive. Stay between the lines and you’d be safe, and wasn’t safety better than happiness at any cost?
He glanced at Em, who was snivelling into a tin of travel sweets. Despite the truth in what she said, he couldn’t bring himself to say anything.
Two months and three days ago, he’d bought them the tickets. Three weeks ago they’d departed. And then there had been the diary.
untitled
I used to wake
see your face
on the pillow
beside me
but the flies
got in my eyes
so you had to go
ABV
Its not my fault
didn’t want a drink
but
I have to support
parental expectation
and their gift of
the initials
abv
Amended 15 May 2005
What the hell is meaning. Something so obvious as to be on the surface, or the message behind the words, hidden?
I guess it depends what you want it to be.
Comments should now be fixed so that they are no longer all on one page.
This time he had really gone too far. Even as the car carried on speeding down the m-way, Em in tears, her face staring out of the passenger window as she wished heself elsewhere, he couldn’t get his mind off the cause. Fuck it. It would be easier to aim at the next bridge, but he didn’t have the guts for that. Never had the guts for anything. Maybe if he concentrated hard enough, the car in the next lane would drive him off the road.
And what a cause.
The sound of a car horn startled him back to the reality of the road lanes ahead, just in time to avoid the Jaguar with a desperate appointment for a funeral. Even now, his mind couldn’t move focus elsewhere.