The Philosopher’s Voice

The Philosopher’s Voice “It’s a dream, an endless looping dream. We evolve from their template into something else, and when we reach maturity of mind, that certain level of science, they end us. By hook or by crook, we’re done for. There’s no hope. No happy ending. No golden tomorrow. We discover the undiscoverable then […]

In Silhouette

And though the world be silhouette, the definition of thy lines holds more power than any vibrant memory. In each stroke I remember, each molecule of ink I feel. This is no random symmetry, no desperate thought reformed, but all I was and am and wish. Brush strokes on a canvas to you and she […]


 Scattered, we roamed the lowlands like seeds in the wind waiting for a smattering of soil and our roots to take hold; there was never nearly enough. Lifted from the homes we would have built, we searched the skies for memories of that which we’d lost, that which we’d forgotten: Home. The word echoed […]

A Dream So Real

Author’s Note: I’ve just spent five hours editing. It may have affected me.  I floated in amniotic fluids, life bursting all around. Creatures of all kinds and all descriptions, some of which beggared belief, swam and dipped before me. Above, a sun ten times that of which I knew blazed down as I fought […]

This Dream

50 Word Stories: This Dream I sit in the coffee shop staring at images of the Venetian lagoon all crumbling facades and stucco plastering. A spotlight glimmers like a golden sun, yet it is dark outside, a miserable morning. And I realise as I sup my ochre ichor, I’m lost in this dream called life.