Catch a falling star
Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket Never Let it fade away You remember that old 50s hit by Perry Como? It came to be, for me, the signature tune for our island. For the first few…
The Kidnappers
It is true – I was kidnapped and held for ransom by a soldier dressed like one of Fidel Castro’s men. It was the second day of my new job in the city. I was seventeen years old and in…
The Ground
The words terra firma bring music to the ears of a person who has experienced a rough flight then learns the plane has landed safely. We Earth creatures are attached to the ground by a wonderful power called gravity. Even…
Auntie’s Girl
It was always mum who cooked our food, washed our clothes and generally looked after us, but it was auntie who nurtured my soul. Mum gave me orders every morning on what not to do. Like do not tamper with…
Bookworms
Bookworms ‘That Dawkins bloke is at it again.’ ‘You mean that fella who says there’s no such thing as a god?’ ‘Aye.’ ‘Then he must have a new book to flog.’ ‘Aye, he does, and he’s called it “An appetite…
Security
Phil looked at his watch for the tenth time in so many minutes, then stared at the mains switch which would cut the power to the whole building should he decide to turn it. At 1.30am., the plan was to…
The Wheel of Sharp Weapons
Whilst ‘The Wheel of Sharp Weapons’ might be considered a fairly ‘advanced’ Buddhist scripture, its message is both logical and fairly simple. Let me try to outline its important points as I feel it might offer a valuable perspective on…
Werewolves of Bempton
There is a quaint little town in North YorkshireCalled Bempton. It’s right by the seaIt’s famous for its cliffs and wild birdsAnd this seemed quite attractive to me So, I took myself off for a visitBought a ticket and got…
The Virus
Was a gathering of writers who celebrated aplenty.They were huddled round lap-tops… minus a much-needed diplomaDue to a virus pandemic called Covid Corona.They shared lots of stories of how they pulled throughHere’s one from a writer from her point of…
🔉The Fall of Rome
Cling not to the debris that is washed by the wave, For this is dead and detached. That which is pushed upward to crest and then splash, Is product and empty, and gone. Seek refuge in depth and find pressure…