“Mornings are great for delaying afternoons.” “What?” “It’s just something my da used to say.” “Sounds like a wise man… not!” “Wiser than you might think. He was a miner, my da. There were no mornings or afternoons down the pit. That’s why he said what he said. Mornings grow lighter, whilst afternoons only ever […]
Darkness held sway over the world, a cold an unyielding grip of frozen streams and frosted bluebells. Nothing stirred. Nothing breathed. Nothing! Darkness smiled a perfect cosmic smile of dead stars and tumbling debris, an unseen epitaph to everything that wished to try. Then, the dawn came. With it, hope.
The Space Between The space between Dark blue and black Differing shades of forever Where pointing fingers linger And eyes do blink The stuff of dreams gathering Like nocturnal memories No lights required Just open minds Stardust and magic Little parcels of eternity Destiny and hope Children praying for shooting stars Adults too Never has […]
￼ “There’s never been a day without darkness.” I remember my dad’s words with a clarity not afforded much else. He’d adjusted his starched collar with one finger as he spoke them, a bead of sweat noticeable beside one eye. This was unlike him; he never got flustered. As I’m sure you’re thinking, too, every […]
￼ Why’s it in stories containing ghosts, vampires and werewolves, every torch, lantern and match will flicker out just when the hero needs illumination? Do they put it on the packet: disclaimer: matches may extinguish when most required. Do you know the answer? Because I want to see what’s biting me.
￼ The night drips around me in liquid satin, a perfect black. I can taste its velvety texture, hear its thrumming silence, sense the still. The pause before the final breath, the hush before the breaking storm, darkness slips its fingers around my throat and squeezes with the subtle kindness of a misplaced love. I […]
The light drew back like a luminous tide, a flowing, undulating glow receding into endless night. The darkness pinched at light’s essence with the stubborn determination of mosquitos seeking blood. Light resisted, but not for long. I watched as the last of everything that ever had, was or would be pinged out of existence like […]
￼ Two in the morning and I still can’t sleep. The night stands silent bereft of even cicadas. Everything is still. My bedside alarm blinks in slow motion illuminating a small, green patch of table, then flicks to darkness. When it flicks back, you’re there. You’re always there bathed in green.