Ragged Clown

A kiss is still a kiss.

Inside every old person is a young person who doesn’t really understand that he’s old now.

Those twilight moments between waking and sleeping.

The first thing they say is “Whatever you do, do not Google for information about your tumour.”

Chasing after rainbows I may never find again.

A meandering essay about shame.

The only time I ever drew with charcoal.

At least she could get some enjoyment out of being alone.

Was it yesterday that we got married? Or the day before?

Is fear of immigration just thinly disguised racism?

The things they carried into war.

Did your teachers leave them kids alone? Mine didn’t.

Crossing the line is an important milestone in a young sailor’s life.

Here are some tips.

A terminal cancer diagnosis sucks. Does it help to know long you have left?

Until it’s time to go.

Sitting in those pews transports me back through my memories.

My tea’s gone cold, I’m wondering why I got out of bed at all.

One thousand years later, beer is still excellent and the song is still fantastic.

I love buying books for people who will get pleasure from them

Nan was born just before the First World War.

I opened the book and, on the very first page, was the program that changed my life.

It cost me an E string and the skin off the top of my ring finger but I am done. Making music is hard.

I’m planning to draw one of Renoir’s dances every decade.