Stories

Horrified, I jumped off and rode home standing on the pedals, moving like the wind. Mother took one look at me and had me lie on the couch with my shorts and underwear around my ankles. She tried to pull the splinter out, and I screamed bloody murder. Then she wrapped some ice cubes in a facecloth, hoping to numb the area before trying again. Have you ever had an ice cube escape its confinement and pause as if deciding how far it should travel? I now know that water seeks its own level, and ice-cold water is no exception. It found the perfect valley to irrigate.

Thoughts, reflections, rethinking life

Theo Godley's on his way to a shiny new job. Maybe the best job of his career so far. Only, it isn't what he expected.

Doesn't everyone hate Mondays? Julian Palmer would normally agree without hesitation until one particular Monday threatens to turn his life on its head.

Written for the 2024 Poetry Anthology - Seasons

Poem written for the 2024 Poetry Antho.

Most conversations people have in a lift rarely range beyond a 'Hi - how are you?' That's probably how Leo prefers it. Then he encounters Andi.

Christmas is Bruce's special time of year, a time he shines, but there's always a shadow...

Changed times need new thinking. Open minds. This applies anywhere and to anyone. Even to those who never thought it'd be their turn.

Five poems concerning various anniversaries.