Pete’s Blog

Waiting for that boy to come for his weekly visit to me: the old family friend bloke. We both need the river today. Me, cause I’ve had enough of all this starting the new work year and having to sort days and times and rooms and zooms. So needing to get out of here....

World soaking through, dreaming, failing loving Purpose straying, hope betraying Angering so-over joying Happiness, pleasing.   Agonising, pretending, water off duck's back Getting over, moving on Money powering, laughter healing Silly, stupid-ing: toads of Toad...

‘…Lying down again, he lifts his feet up and tries for another nap. EJ walks over with a cushion. He pushes it behind his neck, closes his eyes and meditates on a passage from the book of Isaiah: ‘Comfort, comfort, O my people—’ but it’s going nowhere. Instead, a...

I'm six and half years old, a nuggety kid who can ride a bike faster than my brothers, except for my older brother, who sometimes beats me—actually he almost always beats me. But that's okay cause my dad rides a horse in the sunshine. It's a great grey animal that's...

Number One Son plays loud music, angry but somehow sweet; which I like the sound of but don’t catch the lyrics, cause I’m the old dad these days and he’s in high school blur-land. I could tell him about bands like that, which I liked when I was in school, but there’s...

The little girl from Easy’s family claps her hands and steps forward, eager to drink. ‘Don’t touch it, Suzy!’ her mother yells, pulling the girl back. ‘Why, Mummy?’ ‘Can’t you read?’ she says, pointing her sword at the door. ‘It says “death!”’ ‘And that smell coming...