A Place to Breathe

My, what a lovely place you have, you must be very proud I love your modern furniture and the space that you’ve allowed the kitchen is so stylish, are these appliances new? I’d love one of those in our place, I bet it cost a few

The Lifestyle you Ordered

The lifestyle you ordered is currently out of stock our warehouse has been stripped of supplies our people are working around the clock to ensure you get your hands on the prize

I Remembered Yesterday

I remembered yesterday the times that I have with you And visions of the grateful days and all that I have wished for you I’d stand out in the wind and cold and meet you in the rain and offer no patronising words to beat us up or take away our pain

Lamingtons

Lamingtons are cool, lamingtons are a hit I like eating lamingtons more than just a bit

A Day in the Town

There's a ghost selling memories down by the shore as a jury decides its fate there’s a man of religion knocking at my door I need to lie down, he can wait.
The Failing Science

The Failing Science

At university I studied, I use the term loosely, Economics, known, for good reason, as the dismal science. My tutor once asked the class I sometimes attended for our definition of the subject we had enrolled in.
Dignity

Dignity

My Father taught me a few things, without of course, knowing that he was teaching me in the process. One of them involved my first post university job, or the attempt at landing one.
Lost

Lost

When we are young our spirit is to make our own way, to turn our backs on whatever it is that society entreats of us, to collectively thumb our nose and to carry rebellion as a badge of honour, or at least is was back in the day.
The Greek word for Sadness

The Greek word for Sadness

The doctor had called about some news he needed to discuss with her, it was better if she came in he said, better that the news be delivered face to face. A cold shiver went down her spine, she didn’t have the courage to ask for a straight answer...
The Patient’s Wife

The Patient’s Wife

It commanded my attention searing its way through my chest, its steady rhythm building to an ominous crescendo, the reverberation ricocheting between my ears as it clutched my throat in a vice like grip.

My Own Best Friend

Stooping down and listless still the rain, the pavement scarried the men they took my food and oil and all that I had carried
I’m Tired of Being Tired

I’m Tired of Being Tired

It’s been two years and I haven’t been able to write. A combination of factors has contributed to this creative inertia, summarised, in general terms, by the existence and subsequent evacuation of a brain tumour and by the summary afflictions that comprise recovery of same.
Can I give you a lift?

Can I give you a lift?

I gave a friend a lift home from our support group meeting. He doesn’t drive, recovering as he is from his brain surgery. It was a good opportunity to catch up with him, hear news of treatment, of recovery progress, to share the odd anecdote, and complain about the traffic.
When the Brain Tumour Screams

When the Brain Tumour Screams

There are times, when viewed in the rear view mirror, when those moments of temporary crisis are upon us, when thought strings are tangled, when things spiral, when all we want is some small semblance of control.