War Time Conversations
Dad and I sitting on bed listening to radio. Mum’s in the bathroom brushing her teeth with the door open. BBC Reporter: …and domestic abuse is on the increase in London Dad: You know, I […]
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Today’s Thoughts
I smell like baby puke Roses are beautiful I should get more sleep Betty is pretty Children make too much mess I should have gone jogging My legs look nicer But they’re still thin I like getting letters Health rice tastes nice Planning trips are expensive I smell like baby […]
Withering Flowers
White withering love crimson with tears shrivelled with age come, bloom, revel in your splendour. “No,” said the flower stubbornly and stomped away. To die in the garden where it got the best sun. “Fool,” whispered the winds as they scooped up the petals and threw its scent in the […]
A Responsible Teaspoon
I met a responsible teaspoon yesterday. It was smooth and slightly heavy and its shiny mouth was deep enough to hold a sizeable sip of tea. It was not extremely shallow or thin like some that pass for teaspoons. It’s shapely heavy head flowed into a long, sleek contoured edge. […]
The deranged wisdom of Meredith
Meredith: Maybe we’re not supposed to be happy. Maybe gratitude has nothing to do with joy. Maybe being grateful means recognising what you have for what it is. Appreciating small victories. Admiring the struggle it takes to simply be human. Maybe, we’re thankful for the familiar things we know. And […]
Regarding the Drought of Early 2008
This silence is deafening this silence consumes air Fills it with empty words, hidden glances, ever, ever churning minds, makes it heavy, pregnant, obese One day perhaps, it will rain a rich soaking rain that will quench our thirst but, for now, this silence is deafening. .
The Uncertainty of Untethered Camels
Tie the camel’s leg. If you love something let it go they say. Everything happens for a reason They say. It’s destiny they say. They say so much. But you don’t really know do you? You don’t know if you’re going to wake up ten years from today and realise […]
War Time Conversations 1
Me: (Reading news article aloud): George Bush is in Africa… Mum: What’s he doing here? I hope he catches some disease and dies.
Bang! Bang…
19 small bullets pierced the aorta to plug up the chambers with blood Save it! Just save it! *Snip* All was quiet that night
This Love Thing
Explain it to me somebody.
