What about this space White and clean with lines for hanging words in neat rows, wild words that stray and scatter across the sheet of lines like fugitive sheep on the hillside fleeing that piercing whistle that calls the the barking blur of fearsome distant memory But why bother, Who cares for my words why […]
The road ahead was grim, stationary traffic, heavy rain and his bladder was painfully full , a problem compounded by the certain knowledge that that pain would get more intense as the large latte, consumed in the jovial end of meeting session was working its way through his innards. The large continental lorry ahead of […]
Set high up in the the garden wall, in a small crevice hollowed out when the wall was new, sit two gold rings, a small ring and a larger ring . They are dull and lifeless looking today, but when they were placed there they shone with the sparkle of young love, intense and crystal clear in its intensity. […]
Creeps into the core of my being, this breeze of gentle dullness, dressed as contentment, so easy to slide into its grasp, fall into that soft cushion of peace, enveloped by its temping embrace, to be captured by emptiness disguised as release.
So he wondered what was this , this thing that shone with life and excitement. It drew him , like a candle draws a moth into its flame he was attracted, giving up control to that which seemed to sparkle, letting himself dissolve in the intensity. Personality disintegrating before the allure that slowly and so […]
It was one of those summer days that just sparkled with possibility. The sky was the dark pristine blue, so clear and pure, with just the odd splash of brilliant white clouds sailing majestically. In the little boys eyes they became a host of creatures and amazing animals as they slowly ambled across this sky above his back garden. Today was so special, […]
The biscuit plate was coming around the room, being passed from person to person, and it was coming in his direction. It was stacked with everyone’s favourite biscuits, digestives, rich tea, custard creams , Bourneville and just two Abernethy biscuits, his favourites. They were all here, crammed into Aunty Netty’s front room, much older now, […]