Author Archives: Terry Wassall

Players and Masks

Posted on 24 July 2020 by Terry Wassall

All the world’s a stage, said the Stratford Bard And we, my friends, are merely the players Dramatis personae, life’s foot soldiers We write and are written, given our parts We play the characters and speak their lines. The drama … Continue reading →

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I’m Done (reflections on a dissolute life)

Posted on 23 July 2020 by Terry Wassall

I think I’m done here. I’ve seen the things I wanted to see I’ve done the things I wanted to do. At least, I am reconciled to Not seeing or doing more. I’ve broken some hearts, I think. No one … Continue reading →

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Aubade – Mourning

Posted on 1 July 2020 by Terry Wassall

Cold and alone The nights without you are long Dawn, like my heart, breaks. Terry Wassall

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Solitary walking

Posted on 15 June 2020 by Terry Wassall

I venture out for my permitted walk. A tentative glance to the left and right. Dog walker to the right, all clear to the left. Decision of direction made, I set off. Other decisions have already been made, my world … Continue reading →

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The valley through time

Posted on 16 May 2020 by Terry Wassall

For a year now he had been walking the tow path and exploring the Aire Valley between Apperley Bridge and Kirkstall, a 5 mile stretch of woodland, fields, river, canal and railway. It was part of his physical and mental … Continue reading →

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The Gust of Wind

Posted on 15 April 2020 by Terry Wassall

                          The wind of change came as a gentle breeze. No one seemed to notice the darkening clouds gathering in the East, threatening the day. Then the shutters … Continue reading →

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Dwelling in the past brings solace and rest

Posted on 8 April 2020 by Terry Wassall

Dwelling in the past brings solace and rest, The days of youth and deeds of derring do, Source of consolations for the final test. Memories of old friends, times of the best Such wonderful mates, so solid and true. Dwelling … Continue reading →

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En-suite

Posted on 18 March 2020 by Terry Wassall

This piece was written for a reading at the Headingley Literature Festival presented by the HEART writing  group in March 2020. The theme of the readings was sanctuary. Lenny felt safe at last. He’d been shown to a decent cell … Continue reading →

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The Great Mystico

Posted on 17 March 2020 by Terry Wassall

This was written in June 2019 as an exercise to write a piece, about 400 words, incorporating the following words: bit, draw, flex, perilous, bubble, corner, rancid, pound, high, open. Arthur Dodds sat slumped in a grubby armchair in the … Continue reading →

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