Breathe
Breathe. From our first cry,to the last gasp,we are but breath upon a mirror Frail and ephemeral,a thin layer upon the worldOur reflection both hazy and distorted Yet,we know what lies beneathis our own To perceive this truth,we only need…
Breathe. From our first cry,to the last gasp,we are but breath upon a mirror Frail and ephemeral,a thin layer upon the worldOur reflection both hazy and distorted Yet,we know what lies beneathis our own To perceive this truth,we only need…
A woman on the radio said anus loud and clear, In truth she’d said another word that slipped right past my ear. Her gist was of one’s burden, re-tuned my sense of hearing. For the onus was on me to…
The small gold filigree basket captured the sunbeams as they filtered through the lace voiles, giving the illusion that the small antique object was magically sprinkled with stardust. It was sitting on the dressing table in room 206. The year…
Sometimes we discover a terrible truth. Sometimes we feel justified to treat somebody harshly, yet afterwards we may discover these justifications were wrong, and so we learn a terrible truth. This truth completely eliminates any rational reason or justification for…
I wannabe a writer, earning megabucks But when I look at what I wrote I think ‘Oh Christ it sucks.’ I could do with a new angle, a large vocabulary Some cool subject matter that’s not about me. — An…
I sat on the bathroom stool and opened the laundry basket. It had been a fabulous day out, just the two of us. The twin’s PJ’s lay on the top, they’d been for a sleep-over at my mum and dad’s.…
‘Martin. Do you know what freedom is?’ Miss Price watched the boy over her round rimmed spectacles, her foot tapping on the lectern’s step. Her mouth puckered expectantly and her nostrils flared. Miss Price was of slight build with…
It was early on Christmas day morning that I saw her write the note. She was sitting down at the kitchen table her eyes screwed up. She would normally put on her glasses when writing, but today she was behaving…
Another poet from YorkshireWhat’s gone wrong with the bloody placeWe’re meant to be dour and taciturnNot emoting all over the place They’ve gone an made this un t’laureateHe says he don’t care ’bout the moneyNow listen lad tha’s from YorkshireSaying…
Roll up, roll up and play the gameGood luck is at your sidePlace your bet, make your choiceCheck out or let it rideYou think that you are in controlBut the Fates they will decide. FLIP. LIFE – is just a…