Author Archives: Ian Stuart

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I did everything he asked of me. Modest in all my dealings, I killed no-one slept with no man’s wife, spoke truth and thought on heaven. Then he said “Sell everything you have and give it to the poor.” A blow across the face could not have hurt me more. My life of cautious virtueContinue reading “The young man of great wealth”

Buffalo shoulders and thighs like oak trees,

God had a helicopter view

They fell out of the clouds like stones, smashing the sunflower fields, splitting, spilling on the hard summer roads. Their lives fell with them – letters, clothing, photographs, sunscreen, lipsticks, bags of sweets, passports to witness who they were and what they had become. They will not rise up, bones whole, flesh healed, brushing petalsContinue reading “MH17”

When I was four I fell in love with trams. I loved           the shape – a double decker cigar           the  glossy cherry-and-cream  paint job           the trapeze on top to catch           electricity from the wires. IContinue reading “A transport of delight”

I haven’t been  on WordPress for a long time and I’ll tell you why. To start with, I was ill. Every bone in my body ached and went on aching. And I was tired. I would go to bed  at 6.30pm and wake up (after a bad night) at ten o’clock  the following morning andContinue reading “A new start ?”

Sometimes my longlost girlfriends come to haunt me.They steal into my dreams but never stay.They just drop in to see if I’m still happy.When I say “Yes” they smile and fade away. Kitty- cheekbones, legs, moved like a racehorse,county voice, a smouldering, sensual stare,is now a granny doing an OU coursewith dodgy hips and saltContinue reading “Haunted”