Getting Older
I once thought that I would last forever Had no concerns at all Burned the candles at both ends And in the middle too But there came a time when I suddenly understood Time, was moving quickly on Everyone looks older But not necessarily wiser Certain songs are sung memories Of times now long gone Partying with people Whose names I no longer remember Yes indeed, life has moved on Getting older Getting bolder With each passing day Where there is a will They say that there is a way But the way my body feels I’m sometimes not so sure Quite frankly The word manure Or a derivation Comes to mind And you know What I find So bloody difficult Is actually that Aging is so damned Unkind
Read More »A Meeting with God
In the run up to Halloween, here is another true and strange tale of the paranormal. I will post a new strange true story each day so don’t miss them. A few weeks into my college days, as I made my way from the Students’ Union building to my student flat on the 19th floor of a campus building, I noticed a rather suspicious looking character who seemed to be following me around. As I entered one of the elevators in the ground-floor of the building, he followed peering sideways at me but looking away whenever I tried to catch his eye. As the elevator arrived at my floor, I was hoping it was all just my imagination and that perhaps he would continue up to the top floor above
Read More »The Last Supper
In the run up to Halloween, here is another true and strange tale of the paranormal. I will post a new strange true story each day so don’t miss them. At the beginning of my second year of college, I moved into a flat in West Bromwich. It was quite a distance from the University but it was the only thing I could find that I could afford. There was a bus ride into Birmingham and so I just had to get used to the idea of commuting. At some point I had acquired a very large paper poster of Leonardo Da Vinci’s Last Supper. I really liked the painting and would often spend time studying the detail of the picture. It hung proudly on the main wall of the
Read More »The Power of Imagination
A fall into the ocean A swim across the sea Vivid imagination Scheming silently But can’t you see it? Can’t you see it? Can’t you see it too? A flight into space An atomic spark Particle to particle Like a walk in the park But can’t you see it? Can’t you see it? Can’t you see it too? Imagination Imagination Just deprivation Sleep deprivation A word is forming Some translation Form and meaning of Imagination Originally published in Weird Tales, 2006 by G. Michael Vasey
Read More »Poltergeist
In the run up to Halloween, here is another true and strange tale of the paranormal. I will post a new strange true story each day so don’t miss them. up in my house was on the whole, pretty good. We had great parents, almost every weekend we were gone camping somewhere, we had two proper holidays each year and I have no complaints at all. Just a bunch of heartfelt thanks to my parents and a growing sense of awe as to how they did all that with three small boys and not a lot of money. When I was eleven, we moved. It was a good move to be honest from a terraced three up, two down in west Hull to a rather nice semi-detached outside of Hull.
Read More »Just A Game?
Another short story taken from my book – My Haunted Life. If there is one game that most certainly is not a game it is the Ouija board and I have avoided that board like the plague most of my life. However, one night, in my late teens, my friend and I went to visit an ex-teacher of his. Well actually, we went on the pretext of visiting her but actually, it was her daughter we really went to see but that really is as they say another story. It was quite late by the time we arrived. We had already been for a beer at the pub and then had the idea to visit as we drove home. Their house was a huge home in a well to do
Read More »Family Bible
“Come and look at this,” my father said with a tone in his voice I recognized as meaning it was something interesting. I walked over to our kitchen table curiously. He had a book. It was actually a huge book and leather-bound. “It’s a bible,” explained my Dad. It was a large and heavy, black, leather-bound bible. It looked quite old too. “It belonged to neighbors of mine when I was a boy,” explained Dad leafing through some of the pages. “Here, look at this.” The inside cover of this huge family bible was written in and once I got used to the old fashioned hand writing, I realised it was a four generation family tree. Did it mark the path through the family that this bible had taken? As
Read More »The Voice
Thinking about the haunted jacket incident has brought back a few other memories and, in the run up to Halloween, I think I will develop a theme of ghostly experiences over the coming days. In that vein, here is today’s true scary story. It was the summer of 1981. Bryan Adams was playing on the radio, the sun was shining and I was driving a brand new Ford Mustang. I was in Nova Scotia, Canada where I was doing my first season of fieldwork for my Ph.D. thesis. Things could not be better. I had applied for a couple of Ph.D. programs earlier that summer. The one at Strathclyde University in conjunction with the British Geological Survey in Leeds was the one I wanted for all sorts of reasons. Firstly,
Read More »Four Wheel Eroticism
Here comes trouble Masquerading as adventure As compelling a mistress As there could ever be Temptation without trepidation It’s a sexy little package A delight to behold All dressed up in leather All fur coat and no knickers Excitement or maybe entrapment Step on that pedal To get A to B very fast Low slung wide tyres Tightly hugging the road Automobile all shiny cold steel Designed as a turn on Drop your wallet And run real fast Four wheel eroticism With an appetite to last
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