A Matter of Mattering

A Matter of Mattering I had doubts. When the nights came, the bedroom walls pulsing out like ripples growing further and further away from my bed, those doubts amplified to the beats of my hollow heart. Echoes, I called them. The echoes of a misspent life had come a calling. They would never leave. No […]

50 Word Stories: One Shady Night

The shadow of a shade loomed in the moonlight smothering the cityscape it brushed against in ebon night. Born of darkness, it steeled itself for the light it so yearned for silently wailing through those hours before dawn. When the sun rose it obliterated the shade. It was happy then.

50 Word Stories: The Wail

The same noise as every night it echoes through my mind. Not a wail of pain but more wail of woe, I cover my ears, an all too familiar routine. Not until I wake do I realise my hands should be over my mouth. How I hate these wailing dreams.

Hollows of the Heart

For those who struggle at Christmas.   In the hollows of the heart do the dark thoughts hide swirling, unfurling in pooling shadows.  Vortices of unease that seek to swamp and engulf, they pulse with evil seeking to consume your inner world.  To banish them you need only light. So why is the switch so hard to find when […]

Demons in the Cloud

Note: my friend Michelle Marie sent me this image of a dawn sky. On rotating it we saw THE FACES. I hope you can see them too. Look under the brightest part then over its right shoulder!     Visages  From beyond Contorted  Out of place Ancient EVIL Trapped Ephemeral cloud Their tomb Aerial imprisonment Struggling Yearning Needing to be free Angels restrain Chained in thunder But still  They […]


 Shadows fall Across my path, Stretched, Unnatural, Forcing me to choose  To step over,  Or  To step right through. I will not be diverted By the ephemeral, I haven’t  The time. Let the shadows fall; Let the silent roar;  For cometh the night, I’ll still be walking  Whilst they’ll  Be gone.  


Echoes of a silence I do not want Reverberate through the nothingness of my soul, Dark are the places they haunt, Vacuous their meandering. I feel queasy, nauseous, unsettled by them. There is no respite  Though I ask for none. A choir of unease seeks requiem within, Whilst I seek it without. The night is […]