Journal

Welcome to Ian Miller's journal. Mutterings from the Dark Cupboard, excerpts from The Broken Diary.
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  • At the Southern end of the Bay

    At the Southern end of the Bay

    At the Southern end of the Bay, a large rust pocked pipe, emerged from the cliff face and described an uncertain line down the inclined beach towards the sea, sagging where subsidence had shifted and weakened the concrete piles that once supported it. The heavy grill which once screened its open mouth, had long since…

  • When storms filled the bay

    When storms filled the bay

    When storms filled the bay, and the winds worried at the fabric of the old boat house, so much so, that it seemed it might rip and fly away, that very instant, and the sea driven hard on shore, seethed and picked, spume tipped, at the flaking supports of the pig iron pier; he would…

  • My Birthday

    My Birthday

    11th Nov. 11:29 My Birthday. Depressed, so much so, that not even lemon cake can lift the veil. Terrible nightmare last night. I watched my mother die on the opposite bank of a wide river. Woke with a start, my heart racing.

  • OSMOTICMELD

    Osmoticmeld

    Osmosis: the process of gradual or unconscious assimilation of ideas. Meld: a thing formed by melding; a combination.

  • The-Shingle-Dance-Cover-Max-Helter

    Max Helter

    His name was: MAX HELTER He had legs of tin (well greased against the brine.) and lived in a derelict Boat House, at the northern end of a small isolated Bay. The Boat House had once served as a Life Boat Station.

  • Broken-Diary-Cover-02

    Thursday Oct 8th 1998

    Thursday Oct 8th 1998: Coffee. Grey skies. Feeling wonderful. Stomach bubbling. I’m not depressed.

  • Sept 21st 1980

    Sept 21st 1980

    Sept 21st 1980 6:02am: Why not start here? Then pause.