Month: November 2015

Laughing

I hear the sound of laughter, these days in my mind never far away, ‘the jokes on you my friend,’ it seems to say! There was laughter when we walked together, our young smiles so free and fit, good laughter, true laughter, and our sides ached because of it. The laughter I hear now, is from a dirt road of…

When you’re alone you don’t have to pretend

The world outside is hostile the people are not at peace, at peace with themselves or, the mirror on the wall, we cower under the tyranny of ‘self image’. Only those on the Darwinian train to ‘being someone’ survive. And now we have the celebrities, the stars of the plasma screen, those who put on the act and believe it…

To Chant Bitterly in Colchester

Why are cucumbers shaped like bananas, why all these endless Karmas, why this long life rigmarole, do I have a spirit or a soul? Am I doing the right thing? Why in church do I have to sing? Why do I walk with a shuffling gait? Has old age arrived too late? Why do people believe newspapers, the meathead poison…