Tag: Writing

Boots Of Spanish Leather II

My Girona Part One Found Here. Morning Rituals The rain was still dripping off my clothes as I silently squeaked through the still halls as I began the morning ritual. Eighteen months of living in a hostel does come with it some advantages in… Continue Reading “Boots Of Spanish Leather II”

Wide Awake

The elephant in the room can’t be avoided forever. What can I say that hasn’t already been said by countless others about the beast that’s lurking across all borders. In lieu of a story tonight, I’m going to let the mind go for a… Continue Reading “Wide Awake”

Lesson 1: Blowin In The Wind

“How many roads must A man walk down, Before you call him a man? How many seas must a white dove sail, Before she sleeps in the sand? How many times must the cannon balls fly Before they’re forever banned? The answer, my friend,… Continue Reading “Lesson 1: Blowin In The Wind”

Lessons From The Road – Prologue

(Earlier) In Suburbia The sun had dipped many hours earlier. The quiet spot in the suburbs was remarkably quiet on any given evening. There’s a quiet street hidden in the atlas an hour north of the city. The midnight hours were often filled with… Continue Reading “Lessons From The Road – Prologue”

A Boy At Home

Edmonton was certainly not to be found in any sane tourists itinerary. The north London overground station of Edmonton Green was home to the debauchery elite, and the Tottenham Hotspurs (Come on you Spurs). The White Horse stood on the edge of the high… Continue Reading “A Boy At Home”