This time tomorrow where will we be? I woke up early, as I have been doing for the last few days, after a mostly sleepless night plagued with insomnia. Even while laying in bed in the dark, trying to force myself to sleep – I stay awake — tossing and turning, trying to earn at… [Read more…]
November 27, 2010
My planned journey to the airport changed dramatically at the last minute when I missed the last coach to London by a few seconds; because of the awkward early morning flight time I had to leave for the airport almost nine hours before take-off – but now, having missed the first step of the long… [Read more…]
November 17, 2010
I’ve now been in Istanbul for a month and a half; there’s far too much to try to and squeeze into this entry. So, along the way, I’ll post both current and old entries (from notes I had made in my diary, but never got so far as typing them up onto the computer). Istanbul,… [Read more…]
September 3, 2010
As the month of Ramazan slowly edges towards completion, I’m beginning to realise how little time I have left before I set off for Istanbul. In three weeks time I’ll be travelling with my ex-housemate Ian, who will be my ward as it’s his first time to Turkey, and I, a veteran, will be responsible… [Read more…]
June 8, 2010
Loiterers of London Vandals sleep with smiles tonight. The looters have taken England, They worked throughout the night. And now nothing is right. . Hooded demons and Rottweiler’s from hell, Stopped me on my way home and Robbed me of what I had; Money, keys, drugs to sell, I had no dignity before, or did… [Read more…]
April 14, 2010
Dizzy Dervish Ash from cigarettes and narghile[1] huff-puff, Are mere distractions from the mystical stuff, . Pristine packets of fags, plastic lining intact, The Dervish stretches on stage preparing for the first act, . A tiny flame lightens the darkened room, After the cigarette is lit, it’s out again soon, . The music comes alive,… [Read more…]
April 14, 2010
This poem was written using a technique that John Ash taught me while I studied Creative Writing under him. Not literally under him, but, you get the idea. Meanwhile… Meanwhile, the clay stove wouldn’t light, The hens pecked away at their seeds, And, the cows munched on grass, Trying to boil water during winter in… [Read more…]
April 13, 2010
Unable to sleep, I put some music on and just wrote down anything that came into my head. I know the stream of consciousness technique is quite old, but, I’m growing increasingly bored with my writing style and needed to do something to wake it up; so, I put aside my dissertation, my short story,… [Read more…]
April 2, 2010
Today an old neighbour died. She had been quite ill for the last few years, and having left the hospital only a few days ago, she got worse this morning. She died in the ambulance. I felt quite strange when I heard about it. She had lived a door away from my old house, I… [Read more…]
March 29, 2010
From watching the clouds on the coach journey back from E. the battle between the seasons was all too clear. It’s that time of year when spring is slowly beginning to push winter aside, with the rain clouds wrestling with the blue sky for a place on the horizon. It isn’t always clear who’s won,… [Read more…]
December 14, 2010
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