Category: Non-Fiction
Conversations on Father’s Day
I should tell you, he was a forceful man. Perhaps he had to be. Beware the wrath of Father, eh?
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“If a society must have an ever-expanding list of laws to survive it doesn’t deserve to.” ChairmanWow
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The absolute bliss, Le bonheur absolu, আনন্দম
The absolute bliss There is always the presence of an innocent child in every person. The child knows no distinction; rich, poor, man, woman, literate, illiterate, theist, atheist; beyond all this, it rests quietly as a supremely innocent essence. Many scholars have tried to regard this exceptional child under different labels; however, very few have been able to experience its
» Read moreAnother Muddy Hill Falklands Three
A muddy fucking hill. Falklands Three The hill. Just up the hill. Need it. Right flank Cover for centre. Ghurka’s on our Left flank, That’s good They’re good. Then advance Fast and hard Bound. Don’t take A round. Fix bayonets Shit That means close. Please no mines! Please no mines! Rounds buzzing And cracking. Fucking hell Mate.
» Read moreFace Down. Falklands Four.
Face Down. Falklands Four. I saw him face down in the dirt We turned him over softly Almost covertly. Three small holes All we could see. Sightless eyes Looking at me. Farewell my brother We’ll always love you. We’ll carry you gently And lay you to rest That awful black bag Does you no justice For the times you
» Read more24 Hours of Love.
A visit to Vancouver BC. 24 Hours of Love. Ive often wandered if I’ve kissed The serial killer in our midst. I was on a bit of a sailing manoeuvre Across in rainy dank Vancouver Her name was Mona, Mona Bird Yes lemon curds the rhymah. And her mothers name was Mynah. Occasionally worried about the strife
» Read moreThe End Will Come With A Whimper Not A War.
Part 26
To be somebody. You have to be somebody else. Not an imitation. Or intimation. You have to be somebody else. On a hill. Over looking a place. Somewhere nowhere. White. Smoke. Cloud. Candle. Some larger remains. Blown in breeze. The only chance of escape. Souls on a southerly. Inside. Nothing more than a. Pit. At 44 °C. Death will occur.
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