Inspired by an evening of volunteering last week for Under One Sky, a charity which provides essentials, amongst other things, for those living on the street, I decided to write something… Hackney, mid-week, and it is a cold and wet evening there, as night beckons and winter looms, full of foreboding for those that must …
Month: October 2025
Estranged from my own heart, it was my little sister, Debs, who first introduced me to him, as his voice uttered, “If we could have hated ourselves into becoming better people, it would have worked by now.” An American, raised in the rough end of New Haven, and now living in San Francisco, Vinny Ferraro …
I long for her now. She knows who she is— the one who stepped out of snow and early dusk, on that last day of autumn, and found me— half-buried beneath my own weather, longing for a love that had always turned its face away. With her, that afternoon, the air remembered itself. My lungs …
We met through my ex-wife. He ran past our house one late Summer’s afternoon. Ken was a distinctive figure. Late 40s, fair, very tall and shirtless, with one hell of a physique, carrying a three-legged dog, aptly named Chico, on his shoulders. He stopped to talk to Klara, this unusual but formidable man, who stood …