The Fourth Wise Man

It didn’t add up. That’s what he thought. He checked his rule and his compasses and his angles. It was all wrong. He consulted his tables and charts. He made amendments to his calculations on the blackboard and scrutinised what he had written, the numbers and letters and symbols dissolving before his eyes, pooling into…

Tell Me When it Kick In

Tell me when it kicks in. And I’m listening to someone called Ed and I don’t know why, except he keeps singing that one line over and over and I’m singing along with him even though it’s not my kind of music. And I heard somewhere that he wrote the song after he was at…

Mam and She Worries

Mam worries ‘bout stuff. Smallest things sometimes. Like when Mrs Kinnear was having her baby and she was rushed to the daytime hospital and no-one had opened the curtains on Mrs Kinnear’s windows. ‘You keep curtains closed when someone’s dead, not when they’s more alive than they’s ever been b’fore.’ I was sent over to…