a red kite cries over Rose Hill cemetery

The snow lies longer in the cemetery, slush-hushing and slippery under my boots, compelling me to take penguin steps, sadly comic middle-aged man waddling unsteady, slightly sweaty within a formless winter coat. I don’t want to fall here on this incline of etched dates and their named victims so I stop, cork-screwing my feet into … Continue reading a red kite cries over Rose Hill cemetery

mostly okay

Alarm clock brings for what the morning clings. Early dawn's fight breaks a good dream's night and I rub my wise, wonder where time lies tumbling out of head. Pour hot coffee out. Drips drip from the doubt, fill my coffee sup to the brim and up. Gulp it hurriedly town in my dressing gown... … Continue reading mostly okay