The Man Who Had Seen Too Much

The Man Who Had Seen Too Much

Our eyes met briefly as he lifted the small cardboard box filled with a couple of TV dinners and some cat food, but it was enough for me to see far more than perhaps a lot of people do. He’d noticed my solitary purchase sitting on the conveyor belt minutes earlier....

When the muse calls

I’ve been writing poetry. ‘What?! You, poetry?’ you could be forgiven for exclaiming in shock. It is unexpected and I’m right there with you in the shock department. The last time I wrote poetry was in high school and I still have some of it in one of my old teenage...