Rivulets of colder climes run down the glass to tickle my fingers. I watch on twisting my arm this way and that as the sunset catches the glass with final bursts of summer. A sip, then I lick my lips. I see nothing beyond the colours running down my throat, taste nothing but memories. This […]
A loose pile of heaped leaves, we tumbled at the first sign of a breeze. We blew across borders, flew across streams, fell by the wayside, were made crisp by the sun. Without thought or clear pattern, we existed in unseen updrafts. Without worries or concerns, we just crinkled together.
Floating on our backs downstream smiling.
Lost in time, we wandered happy.
￼ "I hate rainbows, they're miserable." "No they're not, they're beautiful. All those colours filling the sky makes the world seem better." "If you like multicoloured frowns. I don't. I want to see it upturned and beaming." "If it could would you shut up moaning?" "Yes." "Stand on your head then."
Genre Writing For You The Joy of Words Author’s Note: This is my latest post on Medium. Please feel free to click the link and join me there. Today, my wife showed me a video clip of a Jack Russell terrier playing with a balloon. The little fellow jumped up and down in sheer unadulterated […]
￼ There are few things in life that make me reminisce, fewer still with affection. I often envy people who recall a memory plucked from the aether and expound upon it; that just isn’t me. I think that’s why when I do it means more than being one of many such moments in a life […]
The comforts of snow were not lost on those who worked in the pits. Darkness, permeated only by the will-o’-the-wisp headlights of our workmates, filled our heads and hearts; several thousand tonnes of rock overhead would do that to you. In between breaths choked with shattered shale and coal dust, we would dig and pray, […]
Smiles were hard to find. No sooner did the wrinkles at the sides of our eyes twitch, lips curl, the sadness would take hold and drag them back towards the ground. How did we cope! you shout. Simple, we all stood on our heads. We’re happy now until it rains.