The Magic Man

It's time to call the Magic Man. The leaves are on the ground again. The world bends to his sleight of hand and all the dead come back again.   Memory fades, the pain abates, the world becomes brown and grey. Call on the Magic Man to play a trick on you and it can … Continue reading The Magic Man

Autumn’s Promise

You were telling me of Autumn, but the words stumbled from your lips, like drunken beggars, seeking a gutter in which to lay. Sweet dreams, of a new year and another chance. Funny, how we've been out of school for so many years and September still feels like the beginning of something, but it is … Continue reading Autumn’s Promise