The summer silenced me. I found myself gently guiding the words creeping up from the cellar of my brain, back down the rickety stairway to the depths from which they had come. Dark words, damp words, words full of sadness … Continue reading
Words have eluded me since the 12th of April when my lovely big cousin suffered a massive heart attack and tragically died. He was buried this morning on the island in the north of Scotland which he had made his … Continue reading
As she runs downstairs, late as always, her perfume lingers on the landing then slowly makes its way under my door, floats across the room and seeps into my nostrils which are half asleep. They had determinedly been ignoring my … Continue reading
Except for my back which is killing me because I was leaning over from the waist for three hours solid. And my knees have a strange aztec design now ingrained on them, maybe for life, from kneeling on our hugely … Continue reading
Exactly one year ago today my mother-in-law died alone in a stark hospital room near our home, after fighting hard for three months against an unknown, unnamed enemy. Nobody could tell us exactly what disease she was suffering from, but … Continue reading
“Can we say one last goodbye? Just the four of us, please.” The plea came from so deep within his heart that of course we would never have refused him this one small act of homage. He deserved this and … Continue reading
This is similar to Saturday Night Fever but in the middle of the week and without the tight flared trousers. And thanks to this highly unexpected Chill I have found the definition of The Perfect Evening. The Perfect Evening means … Continue reading
In the Younubogue Family can I have the daughter please? Oh, that’s me. And the sister? Me too. Wife? Mother? Aunt? Each card seems to bear a little picture of me. That must be because I play all these roles … Continue reading
Here’s yet another silly poem, but hey, it’s Valentine’s Day! I’ll stop soon I swear… My Valentine, It’s been twenty-nine Times our love’s gone round the sun. My Valentine, Glad that you’re still mine Like we’d only just … Continue reading
Great ugly block of concrete bricks. Yer driveway strewn with leaves and sticks. That stupid trailer on the grass, Still taunting me each time I pass. Two rows of logs outside the door, When they are gone we’ll stack … Continue reading
Me, the scribbler
