Tag Archives: Imagination
A phantom ship and a barbed wire fence
Eighteen years old. Standing at the window of my room in college. Staring out towards a low brick wall supporting a fence topped with barbed wire. Beyond it, the healthy green of a sports field. Above the barbed wire, the … Continue reading
No roses. But, ‘I’m ok and everything is going smoothly’
I just looked in the mirror. A mistake. I’ve not been up long – given it’s lunchtime. I slept really late. Later than at any time in the last 35 years or so, I reckon. And now I look as … Continue reading
It’ll all end in tiaras
I wouldn’t go to the hairdressers, to be honest, if I could blow dry it myself, but what with the frozen shoulder and the frizzy hair – it just looks better if they do it. But last time I was … Continue reading
Before the rain
Kids sit on the kerb, poking hot tar with dirty fingers, making scabby stretch marks. Girls with shiny hair drift by in bright sunny dresses, cut with paper patterns from cheap pretty cotton. It’s 1976, the long, hot, summer, and … Continue reading
And the bandoneon played on
Have you ever heard of the bandoneon? It’s an instrument that messes with your head, a kind of accordion, a lethal mental weapon for the emotionally inclined. …I’m standing at the bar. The bartender’s giving me that look and polishing … Continue reading
MEMOIRS OF A HUSK 