Scottish-Italian poet/writer from Glasgow.
I put myself into all writing I publish.
"Every man has a sane spot somewhere" R.L Stevenson
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A Plumeria to Remember
I brought a plumeria with me today. Sitting at the spot. You know the spot. Where we would sit. Where the sea air catches against the palms and filters down the long fronds and we would feel the chills course through our bodies. As I feel those chills flow through my body and shiver, I remember. I remember it like it was yesterday, the first time we sat there. The first time I reached over to you and pulled you in close to rest your head against my body. To warm you.
View from the Background
Allison was always able to slip into the background. She was not unpopular and was included in things. However, her best friend, Leanne was the complete opposite. Leanne thrived with an audience and loved being the centre of attention. Allison felt this was fair as Leanne was, by all accounts, a remarkable girl. Great hair, sparkling personality and an infectious laugh.
The Great What If?
Preamble: Honestly, Dall-E/ChatGPT produced the above, following this prompt "can you create an image similar to the painting The Scream with a cocker spaniel, the moon, a big sign in the back that says clearly "What If?" and a person that looks like Donald Trump getting punched in the belly. Make it 1280 x 720 please"
Every morning I wake and it's the same old thing. Every morning I wake and I want to be there. Not here. Not here. Every morning life takes a crap on me again. All my dreams are of that place. The place where she is and where they are. Where it all went right and wrong at such a quick pace, but it's the only place I want to be, trying to fix what I broke.