There is a storm raging in the distance; I can hear loud rolling thunder, occasionally see the flashes of lightning as its power moves across the heavens, swaying trees, soaking earth and darkening the streets of another town. Here, on the edge of the storm, it is relatively quiet: I can look across the rooftops…

I recently had a conversation with someone about how to describe yourself; it was a rather one-sided conversation admittedly, since we carry out our discussions through the wonderful medium of the written word, and any replies take time to get through. This, of course, allows us to think carefully over an answer, to find out…

If you ask a small child who they are you will probably get a shrug of their shoulders as a main answer, and perhaps their name if not too shy to talk. From adults this form of answer will often illicit a laugh and nothing more, as if the child has not been able to…

I was trying to think, something I do with such regularity that my few friends sigh and roll their eyes in exasperation, what could still be described as an adventure in our modern times. Most of the world has now been explored, much of it has also been destroyed in the process, but I think…

It seems like hardly a week has passed since I last wrote, and yet my fingers are itching once more, my mind is filled with ideas, and the weather has reached such a stage, whereby I have no desire to go out and risk having my boots flooded by a deluge, that I can justify…

It is said that the hardest part of writing a letter to someone you do not know – or, better, who you do not know yet but wish to convince it is worthwhile getting to know – is the opening sentence. You are faced with this blank sheet of paper and all the best ideas…

What struck me most were the words you wrote about loneliness, that you can be amongst a group of people, take part in all the activities available, spend all your time in conversations, gossip, laughter, and still feel lonely despite it all. The knowledge that most if not all of these people are going to…

I wish there was something childlike – whether it be for nature and art as you write, or for other things in our modern world – about many of the younger adults, teenagers and even children that I come across in my daily wanderings. The world seems to have become a place where everything has…

Looking back, I think that the worst time of my life, and it covers many years, was mail call. Not so much because everyone else seemed to get post when I didn’t, but more because it was expected that we be there, and I knew I was going to get nothing. The only person who…

It’s supposedly a well known fact that most accidents occur in the home – or what one might call the home environment since I am sure we can agree, Polunsky is not home in the usual sense of the word – and the home is often the most dangerous place in the world, since we…