LOVE IS THE SLUG

  LOVE IS THE SLUG 1977, January. I left school, again, and got a job. It wasn’t easy. Over fifty applicants, I was second best. The first, took the job, but left after a week. I was given a call, I accepted the job. Trainee Die Sinker. £18 a week.  I loved it, ok I

PROSE ARCHIVE

SUMMER THE FIRST TIME 1976 It was a strange year, 1976, It snowed the first week of June. Then it just kept on being sunny. No rain to speak of until mid September. I was sixteen with a bullet… ready and raring to go. I left school, only to return cap in hand in the

POETRY ARCHIVE

THREE SECRETS The first tremor: July 1974. It’s been 3 months. Sat on granite breakwater, Peering out to the horizon. Sun sallow Ripped from the sky. Gloom. Sea Sniggers in whispers… Seen it all before, but this is the first… And now is Not then… Then was a fear, Knowledge a gasp! Nothing will come