I remember the apple pies and the thimbles; the Western films and the jingle of your laugh on the summer wind whilst the frogs croaked in the pond and the kettle constantly singed. Apple pies and Sunday roasts are now memories and pale ghosts of yesteryear and another life; of a loving nan, mother, and… Continue reading The scent of a Sunday
Month: November 2016
Disillusion
Mirrors and masks. Debauchery and dance. Mystery and magic. The false and the fantastic. As the pain sweeps through, you contemplate the world falling.
Confession
Ancient and formidable. Cowering in the corner of your own nightmare. Human error in alien skin. Unfathomable and full of faults. You foil plans to make new rules. Spin fate’s wheel, only to dance in its ashes. You tower as you kneel. A sea of skulls can send anyone mad. But, you will break down… Continue reading Confession
Changes
I held an image of you in my memory. Full of life and full of faults; imperfectly human; extraordinarily you; and you were smiling. The edges of that image yellowed over time. There were lines across your smile from folding you away in my thoughts. And now I find your face has faded. The laughter in… Continue reading Changes
Nostalgic
Life is a beast with two heads just like Janus; godlike and all-knowing. It gives and takes so easily smiles from glowing cheeks, laughs from glad hearts, kisses from - we are worlds apart I must accept this scarred skin for what it is; a tapestry; history reminding me that I am on borrowed time… Continue reading Nostalgic
Evocation
little things. memories. bigger things. tragedies. bad days. a red-breasted robin. I feel the weight of words from your blue mouth hit my chest, like a cannonball. I feel the music slipping between my fingers. I smell the cigarette smoke on the shadow of your laugh. the smell of bleach. the hospital-wedding. the trilby hat.… Continue reading Evocation
Finally
Well, I have finally done it. I have been promising myself (and some others) to make this blog happen for several years. It is a scary adventure; pinning your work out there on the internet for anyone to see. Currently, I am writing as a kind of personal therapy and all of my work-in-progress novels… Continue reading Finally
Tea & Transparency 