I sat on the back step wearing my slippers, the black ones I pulled from a wire basket at Tesco. The sun setting low into a greying sky gave off the light you see just before an evening rain. I know I shouldn't have been smoking, but it was one of those days. I changed... Continue Reading →
To regret something is to hang yourself with your own noose. Mental suicide...
THE IRREPARABLE by: Charles Baudelaire AN we suppress the old Remorse Who bends our heart beneath his stroke, Who feeds, as worms feed on the corse, Or as the acorn on the oak? Can we suppress the old Remorse? Ah, in what philtre, wine, or spell, May we drown this our ancient foe, Destructive glutton,... Continue Reading →
Many of us crucify ourselves between two thieves - regret for the past and fear of the future.
I start by cleaning out the car. Once it's spotless and every inch is free, I go to the house. I pack for the unlikely place. Soon, there is a set of duffel bags filled with thick socks and jumpers, scarves and my heavy coat. I've been to the local Tesco and bought them out... Continue Reading →