Individuality Lost

 “Standing in the shade with shadows and strewn leaves, I feel a strange affinity with the world all around. Like me, this zone of the dark and lost is displaced from the English summer everyone else inhabits. Scattered fragments of seasons lost, we crinkle together, the leaves and I, discussing our cool displeasure. I […]

The Space Between Shadows

 It is not the vertical delineation of the trees Nor the warm light of a golden summer’s day Not even the emerald hues of forest, meadow and glade No, it is not they that proportion life’s boundaries But the space between shadows that defines Those gentle taunts of what’s to come And the reassurance […]

In The Shadows, We Reclined

In the shadows, we reclined Rendering passers by quite blind   Bereft of their golden glow No desire had we to go   Instead we shared dark thoughts Though most did come to naught   Palest vampire bride and I Adrift and mired ‘neath coal sky   We talked of love and cold hearts How […]

50 Word Stories: At Dusk

The shadows twisted and cavorted like moths before a porch lantern, fizzing off the glow, fluttering in exuberance. But there was no flame at the forest’s edge, no fire, no torches, no light. A passionate embracing of the night soon to come, the shadows danced. Dusk’s ballet signalled my doom.

This

This The world shimmers, glistens in dazzling monochrome; the way to peace is paved in grey. A woodpecker breaks the still, tip-tap, tip-tap, tip-tap, or a keyboard, or my heart. Where others point and look, I slink into the shadow of a shadow, hide behind a dream and weep. This is it. This is it. […]