Michael Forester's Blog, page 12
December 19, 2015
The Thespian A story for Christmas
I want to die. I have lived beyond my time. I am so very tired of being the gatekeeper to happiness for so many hapless innocents. Are you shocked to hear me say I want to die? Then remember I have faced death so many times, stared it down on occasions beyond number, fighting alongside […]
December 16, 2015
Blogpost 23 Bored with the game A story for Christmas
Christmas Day 3.57pm Marylebone Station is looking post-apocalyptic. No one around; the wind whipping sheets of newspaper and drink cartons in and out of the corners. Even the junkies and the winos are sleeping somewhere better than this. I can hardly blame them, with the snow falling steadily since before noon. God only knows […]
December 12, 2015
Blog post 22 Asphyxiation
He is sitting in a small study, facing a window that stares out over terracotta rooftops to the foliage beyond, which even now is sliding into the chaotic dilapidation of autumn. Lost, somewhere amongst the unmapped mountain ranges of his mind, occasionally he stumbles on a single thought that stirs a tremor, that […]
December 9, 2015
Blogpost 22 On Hot Ladies and Spam
“Where have you been?” she asked. “Singing Dragonsong,” I answered. She scowled as only a fairy can. “I’m not going to dignify that with a response,” she said. “Besides, I’ve been meaning to ask you, have you had any Spam?” “What for breakfast?” I asked, then added “I can’t say I’ve bought any at […]
December 8, 2015
December 3, 2015
When Love Dies 3 – On Dining Chairs and Rocking Chairs
You take the pine dining suite; the chairs are rickety, almost gone. They are nearly as old as our love. We bought them the year our first child was born. I shall compensate myself with the sofa from the lounge – the one we bought twelve years ago, that time the roof fell in, […]
November 28, 2015
When Love Dies 2 – Rest in Peace
Last night we signed the death certificate of our marriage. Cause of death: Emotional abuse. The patient had been sick for quite some time. The passing was not easy. From time to time we drew unreasonable hope from numerous short lived remissions, though in our hearts we knew the condition inoperable. […]
November 26, 2015
Festival’s End
Sleep on a little longer yet. Let not the day confront my eyes too soon. Still let me gaze a little while on stolen shared serenity that once was our possession as of right. And let me warm myself once more on dying embers of the flames that once burned incandescent in your soul. […]
Summer’s Over
It’s over. Summer, I mean. But so is the relationship that we have known, and life is never going to be the same again. They tell me I’m clever with words, so I’m using my words now to try to express how I feel about your going. How many different ways are there to say […]
November 25, 2015
Blog Post 19: When Love Dies – 1
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I said. “Would you like to see some love poetry?” “Sure!” she said. “I have a short collection called ‘When Love Dies. How about that to start?” “Hmm,” she said. “I’m not sure. But let’s take a look.” “The first is called Festival’s End,” I […]
