Poker
To Dad You wonder if it’s worth the gamble getting up out of your armchair onto your bad leg, to stoke a little life back into the fire.
Michael Bayley
Thursday
Thursday
Building a Bridge
I didn’t even have to say: No need to explain, I understand. It was in his look — Look after your mother — it said. A bridge of light between our eyes, fainter than glass. And I thought, it’s taken forty years to build this bridge, how it had to be invisible to cross over
Thursday
War Stories
The mental battle over Sunday roast: mum, my brother and myself trying our best to look interested, so he wouldn’t be wounded.