Entries by Peter

My father’s library

  2 MY FATHER’S LIBRARY   Some of the novels in my father’s library illustrate the ravages of time. I came into these books at the end of the last century, when my dad passed away, and carefully preserved on my shelves what he had spent his life reading. Now I stroll these shelves and […]

The Organ Recital

By Peter Cunningham © 1     I crossed the invisible bar at the dead of night as a ship silently crosses a meridian on its way to a port called Rigor Mortis. Well, to be truthful, it wasn’t quite like that. In fact, when I eventually awoke I felt exactly the same as I […]