PAUL MATTHEW CARR
Temptations & Trespasses
Glimmers of Hope: My Life in 2020: A Conclusion
So, 2020 was a bit of a challenge. As I have already talked about (here and here) 2020 was not the best time I ever had. On a personal level, it was – to use a technical term - a bit shite. And on a world situation level, it was – again technical term – batshit awful. I’m being flippant of course. I guess I do that to downplay just
2020’s Dark Night of the Soul: The Year So Far Part II
And so it goes. 2020 continues its endless slog into the dark night of the soul that has been thrust upon us by the ruthlessness of nature, the cruelty of fate, and the incompetence of man. I would say it's unprecedented but by this point, so many truly strange and bizarre things have happened I’m pretty sure everything’s just precedented now. If the seventh seal were to be broken and
My Life in 2020 so Far (Or What a Clusterf*ck)
So…2020 has been a clusterfuck so far, huh? Before I continue I feel I should point out that when I first contemplated writing this post I had conceived of it as being an eloquent, lyrical, almost poetic treatise on expectation vs reality. I had the notion of reaching rhetorical heights that were both moving and gave genuine insight into the nature of disappointment and failure. But as I sat down
The Missing Child
I wake in darkness to find my child gone. The realization comes slowly. Half-awake I reach out a hand to the opposite side of the bed. Grasping, slowly at first then faster, palm flat and fingers spread wide I am feeling the bed expecting a form to be there in the darkness; disbelieving that it is not. In the distance I can see green numbers glowing. The bedside clock display:
Creative memoir. Stories and sketches drawn from real events but with slight embellishments added for entertainment purposes. In other words…writing.
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