Imagination Playing Tricks

A child trampolines on an unmade bed while the mother throws a sheet above his head. If it were drawn back quickly to cast a more fitting ‘mattress shape’ it could quite possibly catch the youngsters head and break their marshmallow soft neck all in the crack of a tablecloth trick. A truly awful fate,…

Symbolism

With my head resting against the train window rocking to the skipping lullaby of the tracks beneath, the suns reflection, like a blazing comet sweeping through the wet grassland, sometimes disappearing and rejoining the race like a Morse code signal being tapped out along the reeds and bulrushes. A perfect way to spend the day;…

Pursuit Of Happiness

Several pupils from the mid-80’s have been transported back from their current lives as forty-somethings to their old high school lab experiment; the same one that caused this mysterious time jump. A perfectly good note pad now lay ruined from etching ideas for another poor attempt at playing Mr. Screen Writer. Although the short-list for…

Radio Stitch Turns 40

This month Radio Stitch wanted to purchase an exotic car, start wearing baseball caps and insisted on bungee jumping alongside more youth oriented radio stations. Yes, Stitch celebrates her 40th birthday and has begun to exhibit those stereotypical mid-life behaviours. Go on – hold out your hand and wiggle those fingers. You’ve a perfectly engineered…

Looking Forward

Sat in the car waiting for pizza I told the children a scary Mr Men story whereby Mr Strong kills Mr Fussy by accidentally massaging sun tan lotion into his shoulders, then it began to get silly… Peering through the dark foggy windows I noticed passing car headlights casting oval rainbows that appear on their…

Fear

A chipped kitchen floor tile. The sea had finally returned my jetsam with the tide. The wave washed ashore this jaw-locking memory.  It spreads itself thinly and retreats back down the sand fizzing away as a new one crashes over. The older wave slides glass-like underneath the bigger one, slowed and pulled by its predecessor…

Understanding

♪♫•*¨*•.¸The science of sound is not something I claim to understand; ‘amplitude’, ‘frequency’ – words last seen written in chalk. How the musical wave brings melody to my ears and then ceases to exist for yet another note to delight in harmony is the practical lesson I’ve attested to since closing my school books. To…