Calm

A Mental Awareness Moment This inexorable calm stirs my soul. This lasting moment becalms my mind. I have struggled, but at last I am free. These rare moments of tranquility punctuate the otherwise haste of life like potholes in a street. We may steer around them, leap even, but if one is to pass straight […]

The Shriek

The Shriek I detest the drear The ebon night Pale at the stars In the bright moonlight Cower from the creaking Cringe from the shrieks It’s all in the mind My inner self shrieks Photo by Michael Mouritz on Unsplash

The Route

Route 66, East to West Peddle to the floor Hair a mess Driving a daydream Nightmare or more Is this forever Where the road is the law Passing the steers Who nod and agree Each carrying less Than my mental debris Faster and faster Just fumes for a bride The Pacific, it beckons Blue seas […]

Twice a Lie

A muddled middle, a gut feeling Cause external confusions The mind powering thought The heart driving reaction A palaver of misdirections Inhibits both extremities Neither sure of the other And both unwilling to change There is a me in the mixture A corporeal being  Unsure of sense’s accuracy Debilitated by a palpating core And so […]

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 […]

Overload

 This notion of emotion is milking me dry This potion, this lotion it just makes me sigh Plastering my body in what makes me my But my’s not for sharing and that is no lie So here in my corner with darkness I’ll fly Constraints I am cutting, for me time to… die

When Two Are One

When Two Are One Regardless of the provocation, I resisted. Although my fists balled so tight that I thought my fingernails to burst out of the back of my hand in sprays of crimson, I bit back the pain and sought the meditative calm of Zen. But, as always, my temper was not mine to […]

The Sorry Syndrome

It was not an admission of guilt, but a cry for help. Words didn’t come easy to Simon. Most children learnt early that a ‘Sorry’ whether meant or not would alleviate situations that otherwise might end with a slap. Sorry was a get-out clause written into childhood law. Sorry was the most perfect word ever […]

50 Word Stories: Bathed in Green

 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.