Is love hard to find? In today’s fast moving and super-connected society, it can be. And for those of us who are shy, awkward, socially inhibited, or just plain old, it can be dang near impossible (yeah, old people use … Continue reading The Year of Living Dangerously.
My heart was torn, tiny pieces shredded like origami shapes fluttering on the wind. Just like every paper person in my overcrowded mind, an overcrowded sea of paper people, with shredded paper hearts, like origami shapes fluttering on the wind. … Continue reading Paper Hearts. A poem.
I haven’t written a flash fiction for a while. Here’s my poor attempt at romantic fiction. Cheers Steve 😊 I was ensconced in the bush, its leaves and branches irritating and scratching my face. Completely hidden, I craned my neck … Continue reading The Not-So-Burning Bush. A short tale.
HEre I am REckLEss when you’re ARound. Should I STay Should I GO Should I CHance the EBb and FLow A MOment’s INdecision And I’m CAught up in YOur SHow ONce again I’m REckLEss BUt I’ve noWHere else to GO … Continue reading REckLEss. A poem.
Sweat and toil and creaking springs, grasping fingers and the scent of hallowed limbs. Perfect and imperfect rhythms in motion, bestial howls and fire and tender susurration, collated in the half-light of a muted TV. From this vantage point we survey the hedonic … Continue reading Half-light. A poem.
Random musings and the explicit constancy of touch, a quickening cadence strafing the scene like machine gun fire. This beckoning equivalent, captured in steamy windows and whispered expectations. Here on this unsubtle backseat, fertile new world exploration begins and ends. … Continue reading Backseat. A poem.
Flick left, swipe right. A pallid, Saturday night police line up of unambiguity, measured by nervous fingertip and amygdala. A feature-filled array of fatuous smiles and narcissistic natures, whereby motherly and mad skip hand-in-hand with the otherworldly and overwrought. Consider … Continue reading Tinder Time. A poem.
I’m waiting at the Legal Aid office to get some advice about my upcoming property settlement. Needless to say it’s a dull experience, punctuated by the typing on my iPhone, the shuffle of papers, the muffled choke of a straining … Continue reading Waiting, wanting, waning.
Linked by thoughts known and unknown; blinkered and guileless, liberated, yet uncertain. Your hand brushed mine and every inhibition was washed away by a rain of dream-soaked inebriation: You had me at “hello”. Steve is a sad and angst-filled poet, … Continue reading Hello. A poem.
Unrequited Love. That thing you have when you don’t have a thing—Clayton’s love (okay, only oldies may get that joke). Here’s a short guide on how to do it: Fall in love with a person who is far too good … Continue reading Guide to the Unrequited Love Affair
Here, amongst a billion tiny souls crunching below my feet, sticking between my toes, a first kiss of many. Furtive, restless, heated, fingers and palms hitchhiking over a bountiful landscape. A tsunami flowing through the fields, disrupting your trains of thought and once rational mind. As the sun sinks lower and evening falls; like time, we shall come to pass on these dunes. Here, amongst a billion tiny souls that crunch between our feet and the small of your back. Would you like to read more poetry and prevent Steve from starving at the same time? Steve’s first book of … Continue reading Beached. A poem.
You conquered me like a mountain (or a molehill). Climbed me and then left me here, another spire to aspire to. Was I just a rocky crag used as a monument to your success? What was my reward, just a wanton moment, better to forget? Here I stand, wind blown and forever circumspect, a peak waiting on another expedition. Hopefully, one that’ll show me more respect. My first book of poetry, The All or the Nothing, is available now as an e-book from most online distributors. To find out more, click here. Continue reading Peak. A poem.
Fractious conversations; half-hearted, lip synced. Frantic fingers tracing familiar paths, back and forth across time and space. How much longer until each gives in, or gives up? Until the melodrama unfolds, like poorly crafted origami and becomes a crumpled paper crane. Aimless fingers tap dance, until the music ends. You need to be somewhere else, other than your own space and time. Stop typing! Feel the breeze on your face. The world awaits. Continue reading Chat(less). A poem.
Flip left Flip right Match? Or natch? Just like a toy in a chocolate egg (sometimes broken) Tinder surprise My first book of poetry, The All or the Nothing, is available now as an e-book from most online distributors. To … Continue reading Tinder Surprise. A poem.
Okay, okay. I admit it. I sold out. I downloaded Tinder. If you have read my previous online dating posts (here, here, here, here and here), you’ll know that I was vehemently opposed to Tinder because of the considerably biased rep the poor app, and its users, have (note how I am now sounding more sympathetic). I didn’t want to be seen as someone just looking to ‘hook up’, and being a Christian, it was doubly inappropriate. Well, I have now tried the Tinder experience and I can say that my opinion is pleasantly changed (read: eat humble pie). I … Continue reading Online Dating Sellout
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