The Unvanishing Boy

It was on an otherwise unremarkable Tuesday morning, that he realised he had gone through the entire previous day without talking to a single person.    Sure, he was the quiet type: he didn’t really have what you would call ‘mates’, and was generally happy keeping himself to himself. But he accepted that most days […]

In Praise of Tiny Kindnesses

He is a kid who I’ve barely noticed before. I’ve been teaching the class for just a few weeks and, as is always the case, certain heads are starting to raise themselves above the parapet: the defaulters, the jokers, the forgetful, and the attention-seeking. But this lad has been quietly going about his own business. […]

Sonnet: Memory

“What was the name of that lost flower or face?” I ask, as leaves drop from me like missed days. Your interest wanes, thin patience steals its place; And vestiges of Summer are erased. I stumble through an anecdote to stall On some recumbent detail, whilst you sigh: “You told me yesterday, I do recall…” […]

The Story of the Vanishing Teacher

Wraiths exist in every school.  They stand on the periphery of a morning assembly. They shuffle across the car-park: haunted, thin shadows of what once was. Both familiar and strange, they are seen but barely remembered. Serving the end of their days, they slowly become more transparent until no more than an empty space exists […]

A Poem

Something I wrote down a while ago after hearing a sad story… Someone Cried at Work Today Someone cried at work today. She lost her way: Her face folding in; Her aching dry sobs And trembling chin Stripping away, The years, the days As bark from a tree – The person we all thought we […]

Breaking Your Neck…

About three years ago , I started to get the urge to pee in the middle of the night. Every night.  Most blokes get there; but you’ll forgive me for taking little solace from being one step closer to Colostomy City.   The earliest of these nocturnal sojourns are hazardous, to say the least. One of […]


Want to hear something terrifying? Next year, I will have been teaching for 25 years. Even more alarmingly, I will have been teaching for 25 years in the same school. You’re talking to someone who started teaching before 9/11. I was wielding chalk a whole year before Ed Sheeran was born and when John Major […]