Now the thing that really got to me about Morrie last night was what he said about Posie. And I know I thought a bit the same when I told you how Posie just didn’t like people. When we were kids we lived down Black Rock. Near the beach. Up from Half Moon Bay and Posie’s family lived directly opposite. Well not direct. One up. … Continue reading Missing Posie again.
The coffee shop closes at half past five in the winter months. There are others that are open all night for the young ones. This shop is for the old people. Domenic is as old as we are. It’s his shop and he can close whenever he wants. Next door the shop is open all night but it’s noisy and the young ones talk too … Continue reading Missing Posie
A book review. E et OE Istanbul Days Istanbul Nights is a book by Leonard Durso. I don’t know if you follow his blog although I know some of you do. You can read more about him on the link. Any way – the book. I will start by quoting the blurb on the back. Leonard Durso’s Istanbul Days, Istanbul Nights is a contemporary reimagining … Continue reading Istanbul Days Istanbul Nights
He was waiting for the tram. She was waiting for the tram. In keeping with protocol they ignored each other. The tram was late. He went to the timetable on the lamp-post. He looked at his watch. Ten minutes. She looked at her mobile phone and shook her head. “It won’t becoming. A truck hit it. There’ll be no tram for a couple of hours.” … Continue reading Moonlight
She went, And at the moment of her going Then I died. But for a time. And wounds that heal leave scars And scars can fade or itch or tear apart once more and leave the wound to bleed again. And then we show our scars and then compare our hurt. “She hurt me more,” I say. And you reply, A little terse. “No. Mine … Continue reading Comparisons
All of you who have followed johnsstorybook for a while will have read this story. But there are some of you who are a bit late so I am reposting a few of my favourites. This story tells the tale of a girl I worked with when I had just left school and started as a clerk in a law office. Actually it is two … Continue reading The letter
I am not really too switched on at the moment. Selling the family home after thirty years and cleaning out accumulated rubbish and moving to a tiny little unit in the city. But I don’t want to let my blog die after such a tortured nativity so I am recycling a few posts from my earlier life. This poem tells of the universal problems inherent in … Continue reading Hiding feelings