Author, top writer of short stories/poetry and editor for various Medium publications (2020/21).
Musician, singer, songwriter, arranger and producer of my own music albums (1969-2021).
Author of eleven books of short stories and poetry.
A Birthday is Just Another Day
This coming Friday, June the 18 will be my birthday, and in many ways it will be just another day. One day less, or one day more, depending on how optimistic or pessimistic I feel on the day.
A Life Defining Moment
If you could distil your entire life into one single defining moment as to who and what your are, what would it be? Now that is a very big ask. I mean where do you even begin to start with a question like that ?
How To Climb A Mountain In A Rolls Royce
One weekend, at something of a loss what to do, my wife suggested that we take a drive to a mountain in the south of Japan, on the east coast of Tokyo Bay. It was a very pleasant drive through spectacular mountain scenery that just seemed to go on forever. As the black ribbon of tarmac wended its way through the deep green forestation, through a series of perfectly constructed tunnels underneath the mountains, it felt like we were on the road to nowhere.
The Meaning Of Life and Love
I have playfully dabbled somewhat over the years with various definitions of the meaning of life and love, and virtually all left me feeling wanting.The closest I ever got to a definition of life and love I was attracted to was "It is to aimlessly drift" I kind of like that, it certainly fits with my path through my own life and my skirmishes with love en route.
So What's It Like To Be In A Mixed Race Marriage?
I personally don't have a problem with being married to somebody who happens to be Japanese, though I do think other people do. As far as I am concerned love is love, period.
How Clothes Help To Define You
I have never been what you may call a dedicated follower of fashion or fashion victim as they call it these days. However, I do like to go out looking reasonably smart and presentable even if it's in a casual way. And whilst I haven't got an extensive wardrobe, the rack is sufficiently full to change my clothes several times a day if I so desired. And in amongst all that splendid apparel is one item I have something of a soft spot for, and it is not that swamp at the bottom of the garden.
A Broken Violin
"Once more unto the breach" I was lost and alone, all love long since gone, I was all on my own. Nobody, no-one, not a single soul neither knew nor even cared to know I existed. And that was the way I liked it, or at least I told myself I did. The harsh truth of the matter was I had been badly burned by two previous failed marriages , as a result of which I gave up even trying. I reasoned to myself that at least on my own nobody could hurt me. I didn't have woman trouble because I didn't have a woman.
A Story Stranger Than Fiction
As I sit here mulling over the past I am minded of the fact that no matter how far fetched might appear my pieces of fiction, the harsh reality of what I have passed in terms of experiences and people I have had to deal with in real life beggars belief.