Life is a one-horse town and I've got a boil on my backside.
Michael James Treacy
A retired septuagenarian, Michael James Treacy lives in idyllic bliss with Mrs Treaclechops and spends his time in literary, artistic and horticultural endeavours. He has a wonky leg, a dicky ticker and a dizzy head. A working life spanning 50 years included such disciplines as soldier, sales engineer, design engineer, estimator, buyer, quality manager and project manager. He was glad of a good sit-down at the end of it all. He’s had poems and short stories published in various magazines and anthologies, and has been working on his debut sci-fi novel for about 10 years, and hopes to finish it before his 100th birthday.
Michael James Treacy is known inside the Colony as mickleinapickle
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She Loved Me Not
. Last night I dreamed of Samantha Who tore at my throat like a panther Then she started to chew My oesophagus too And I...
21st Century Song of Summer
It’s sobering to think that while summer is celebrated in some parts of the world with music festivals, sporting tournaments, flower shows, fringe...
In The Summertime
. In the early seventies, I had a semi-Afro hairstyle and a shaggy beard. . I thought I looked like the lead singer of Mungo...
The World Has Missed You
May 2021… COVID lockdown restrictions had eased, so Mrs Treaclechops and I headed to the Isle of Wight for a few days. The...
Nobody Else’s Girl
. I fell in love in Glasgow: green eyes and shiny brown hair. It was the evocative way she said, “Aye, ye’ll dae fur th’...
Her Beautiful Smile
. Abandoned in a shopping bag in a public toilet . loneliness beyond comprehension. . Profoundly disabled . physically mentally . deaf blind . loneliness...
Times Like Those: One Day in April
April 2022… a quartet of grandchildren: Jack (nine years), Jacob (eight years), James (six years) and Sophie (four years) came for a play...
Merlin
A carved wooden statue of Merlin stands in Carmarthen town centre. A mythical Celtic shaman, he was a constant in British folklore between the 5th...
Bonnie Bethany
. She found a shilling down the back of the sofa and gambled it on a horse called ‘Bonnie Bethany’ in the 5th race at...
Don’t Call On Me
. Cold winds blow through city streets as winter’s grip takes hold and grey souls in downbeat worlds retreat to lies untold. . Rain-lashed pavements...
Christina
. At first encounter, she slapped my backside and declared, “I don’t recognise that bottom!” . Then she skipped away on one of her missions...
Times Like Those: About It All Again
December 1973... a village called Oberjoch (over the hill) in the Bavarian Alps. Six feet of snow! I was learning to ski with...
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