Collections of "my" vocal essays with additions, are available as printed books ASIN 197680615 and 1980878536 also some fictional works and some e books available at Amazon;-
Safe if not sound.
Good and bad have no meaning when everything seems lost, when hunger drives the body to forget its soul. To survive becomes the consuming desire and all is justified to that end. Scrabble in the river mud, fingers seeking protein eaten raw. Disgust and squeamish horror have all gone, stilled by that demand, the need to survive and tell my story overcomes all else, I had taken days to get this far. The river water saved my life, and its creatures fed my bodies need. The flow downhill gave me direction enough. My warning in time to save us all.
A father's duty
The hate in my heart fed my brain, compelled stillness in my limbs, I waited in my hide. My camouflage was good and my patience strong. Grazing deer came and went, songbirds trilled and flew away. The light started to fade, but I stayed. My target drove down the lane, stopping just feet from his door. He opened the car door and started to emerge, I squeezed the trigger so very gently, saw his head snap back from the blow. I waited as still as before, then so carefully cleaned my den. Duty done on he who killed my son.
A walk in the countryside.
The rain fell straight down, no slanting due to wind, no swirling around. We shel-tered for a time, then braved the soaking that was to come, home was miles away and night was rushing towards us. Senses drowned and hope washed away, we walked unthinking and with no hope. The old lane flooded, and every step was a slip away from muddied misery. We did not speak nor think, one step more was all any could make. The light was fading, dark was near when we found shelter from the rain. Next time we go by train.
A walk in the park
The walk The sun was shining, the grass was dry, perfect for a stroll in the park, no need for hats or coats. We crossed the bridge and followed the stream down towards the lake. The sky darkened, black clouds covered the sun, the wind sharpened and froze our skin. Rain hammered down, fast, and dense. Visibility was nil and senses confused. We slithered and stumbled down to the lake. The water boiled, the ground rose and fell, opened up to natures hell. The shockwave passed, the buildings fell, our walk saved us from what killed the others.
The nature of reality
The nature of reality. I stood alone on the edge; then the world changed, and reality fled, what was knowing became doubt, what was certainty became unclear. my problem was not knowing, My mind was blank, and my muscles relaxed, just as I was taught. Then knowing flowed and the edge receded. Clarity and certainty followed the knowing I awoke and found my journey done. The robot surgeon said I was cured, now obedience was my creed. All is well with the world, and I believe every word.
A message from the past
A message from the past I am over 81years old, and I would like to try and explain, to the risk adverse people of today, why my generation find it hard to accept their attitudes. This is how it was when I was 18 years old. Pain and even hunger were facts of life, we accepted them as normal, everyone did, rich and poor.
A flight alone
A flight alone A flight into history So far so good, take off had been smooth, far better than expected. The angle and rate of climb had been exactly as predicted and all the instruments were reading just what we wanted them to. So why did I have this uneasy feeling, this slight apprehension, and a worry that all is not as it seems. An old adage from the motor racing world is that if everything is under control, you are not going fast enough; add this to the notions of “sods” law, that what can go wrong, will go wrong; mix this with the military saying that when things are going right, it is the time to expect trouble. There are so many sayings usually buried away deep in the memory, but when you have this “gut” feeling then they come to the fore. I double checked all the data, even viewed the recorded information about the take-off, all looked fine. The extreme stealth systems and the construction of this craft, designed to keep me safe from the high energy radiation at extreme altitudes, means I have no radio communication with base, and it also means they cannot track me by radar or any other technique. I was alone traveling so fast and so high that I was almost into the Magnetosphere. My mission, and the intention of the billions of dollars spent to get me here, is to see if we can manipulates the magnetic fields in such a way that it influences condition on the earth’s surface. The obvious sensitivity of this mission was another factor in the radio silence.
Reflections are not always what they seem
Reflections are not always what they seem. Strangeness is all around us. The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own, given the circumstances that did not surprise me as much as it should have done. Let me start from the beginning, I was driving home late, about two am, along a route I had never used before, my sat nav went crazy and directed me along a twisty, very narrow, lane. The darkness was made more complete by the overhanging trees and the heavy rain. Then the screen wipers failed, the car is only three months old, this should not happen; I peered through the rain-washed screen and could make out a large brick built entrance gateway, on my left, as I reached this the engine stopped, the lights went out, total shut down. I groped around in the glove box and found a flashlight, this did work. The rain was still hammering on the roof and windows of the car, the wind was gusting enough to slightly move one ton of automobile on its suspension. The electric windows did not open, the radio did not work, I tried my cell phone that showed no signal, but the oddest things were that the clock on my cell had stopped and also the dashboard clock had also stopped. The whole electric system of the car had just switched out, even the alarms. I shone the torch at the gateway and saw that the brick work pillars, either side of the entrance, were attached to a low brick wall that curved away into the dark and that there was a heavy looking metal gate, suspended from one of the pillars, but this was not fastened to the other pillar, it hung partially open. I thought I glimpsed a light shining some distance away down the driveway. I turned off my torch and could just make out a light in among the rain. I resolved to brave the wet and wind and seek help, as I opened the car door the rain stopped, the wind speed dropped all was calm. I was startled by this sudden change and sat back in the car, it immediately started blowing a gale and raining a deluge. I opened the door, and all was calm and still again. I left the car and used the flashlight to check the pathway that headed towards that glimmer of light, the path was dry! I turned and shone my light at my car, it too was dry. I walked slowly towards the hope of help, Occasionally I shone my light around, the low brick walls either side ended after only a few feet, the land either side of my path appeared to be flat open lawn for as far as my torch could reach. I turned back to check my car and it was a measure of how spooked I was that I was relieved to see it still there. The path curved to my left and trees started to appear out of the darkness, as I walked round the curve, I lost sight of my car but in front of me was a modern looking house, quite a substantial one, brick built with a grand front door one that looked far too wide for the rest of the building but all looking very modern, lots of glass and polished steel supports. The light was over the front door, I did not realise immediately but I should not have been able to see this light while still in my car, the curve of the drive and the trees would have prevented this. The modern appearance reduced my sense of unease, There was only the one light, nothing showed from any of the windows. I searched for a bell push, expecting to see a camera-controlled entry system but the door was just a blank sheet of polished metal, as I reached it, the door opened, silently. I called out my voice seeming to echo into an empty hallway. I stepped inside and instantly lights came on somewhere high above me, the entrance hallway was clear of furniture, a staircase led upwards from my left-hand side while on my right were several closed doors, even these internal doors seemed to be made of polished metal. I called again but the whole place seemed to be deserted, that odd partial echo, you get in an empty space was almost overwhelming in this strange situation. I pushed at the first of the doors on my right and it immediately opened, and light came on. There was no furniture but there was a mirror on the wall. I looked into this, but the reflected image was not of myself.
Humans can be so dumb
Humans can be so dumb. E mails are not just for humans. My human servant is so old he was a fan of the Archy and Mehitabel poems of Don Marquis, which is how I come to know cockroaches and cats can be friends. It also showed a cockroach can type in order to communicate with humans, when really driven to it.