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I am at the point in my life where if I've seen it all before it's been forgotten, 61 years old, wow never thought I'd reach this hacienda, ha, so dreams come true they really do. so I write I read and I write I also work because I like to eat too. Married? yes and to a delightful lady who kind of understands me.

Writing from Thirdtimelucky

Winter Gardens

  • 07 May 2018

Sentiment sent me for a day by the sea and in making my way to the bay which I remembered from childhood I could see shapes of the shadows of what used to be... I could see me with an ice cream M...


  • 06 May 2018

    If not for the want of wanting you and you who wants me wanting too I wonder and often what would I do if not for the want of wanting you. ...

Collect call to Canterbury

  • 01 May 2018

Passing through  and that's all we ever do I am humbled by your cheers, my joy  akin to that when I was but a boy is boundless (Who said hop it?) stop i...

Kelvin not Klein

  • 29 Apr 2018

  At the core of it ... I see some more of it and it hurts a bit, but no more than at the core of it   There were many chances that came my way and come what may I can no longer d...

Meccano number one

  • 29 Apr 2018

    Start life in a pushchair end up in a wheelchair that doesn't sound fair to me   I'd like a parachute.   but we rise as we fall keep our eyes...

Painting popcorn

  • 29 Apr 2018

    I wanted to be where are we there yet is but a part of me wanted to stay   I'm like a dog with a bone buried deep in the comfort zone   Are ...

Room four zero four

  • 20 Mar 2018

The title was missing. but I didn't care there was nothing to write of and ​I wasn't there ​who saw me then when men sleep? did I dream of the widow as I watched her weep...

sunday bonnet

  • 18 Mar 2018

Never swear or tell a lie on a Sunday you might die and you won't be going to heaven  that's a fact. As children we believed what we were told  becoming older and not so trusting  I...

Ghosts of the West

  • 17 Mar 2018

In Bodie where they load me  with old gold  my deal is a good one  but i throw in the cards and fold. This boomtown is bust  the dreams I once had have all turned to dust...

mimics the moment

  • 16 Mar 2018

She paints me using ​quiet brush strokes, my loudness stilled by the muted colours ​I watch and copy the look ​in her eyes and plagiarise ​her loveliness.  ...


  • 16 Mar 2018

Seeds borne by the wind settle down for the long Winter and the ​nights breathe sorrow on fallow deer. ​I follow this mountain chain linked by history to ​almost the b...