The Look. A poem.
What’s in the look A casual glance From him to her Then back again What they’d give To know for sure To save them some Embarrassment Continue reading The Look. A poem.
Workout. A Haiku Trilogy.
Endorphins Working out can hurt Endorphins overload me Pain and rush, so good Gains Just one last rep, man Lactic acid overdrive But what gains I make Weight The weight of my world Bench press, squats, rows, curls, pull ups Take my cares away Continue reading Workout. A Haiku Trilogy.
Family Lost. A poem.
There are rabbits in my back yard Each day they rise to greet the light With eager noses, seek daily bread While the alpha, tall and bright Watches oh, so protectively Together, the family eats again I had a family once like them It now feels like so long ago I loved them so, my family lost The rabbits are reminders then With faith and hope I’ll survive the cost Continue reading Family Lost. A poem.
Headwear. A poem.
How long until Self defeat and self immolation Become a habit? Maybe it’s time I tried on some new headwear Continue reading Headwear. A poem.
No Sleep for the Wicked. A poem.
Close my eyes Sleep the sleep of angels Until l can’t Rude awakening Brought back to life Defibrillated from dreams And held Status update: insomniac Mental tides Washing over tired eyes Why won’t You let Me sleep Damn brain 3:00am meeting with the board Micro managing My many personal investments My kingdom for a hammer To knock me out (In a placid way, of course) So I can ski those dream snow slopes again But no I guess not tonight So many sheep To keep me company 10,20,30,100,1000 Bah I hate sheep, anyway Don’t check Fb Blue light reinforcement Night … Continue reading No Sleep for the Wicked. A poem.
The Sale. Part 10. A short series.
Climbing down the ladder we came to the ground floor, with the passage leading to the pantry. “Should we stop here?” said Aisha, taking the iPhone out of her mouth and shining the torch light up the dingy corridor. “I really think we need to check out the basement.” I tapped my foot impatiently on the rung above her head. “We don’t know if Crazy Junifer is waiting in the kitchen.” Aisha looked up at me and frowned. “She could be anywhere.” “Can we just get going? The faster we get to the basement the faster we can get out … Continue reading The Sale. Part 10. A short series.
Pass. A poem.
I want to hold your hand Just like The Beatles said But I’m shy, insecure And feeling down So I’m sure you’ll understand If I pass for now Continue reading Pass. A poem.
Hate Life. Live Life.
Almost three years ago, everything changed. I lost my family, my job, my reputation, my possessions, my whole world. Everything came crashing down and I took the one step I thought could solve it. I attempted to take my life. Carbon Monoxide poisoning was my weapon of choice. Poor research was my saviour. I saw my aged mother, tears streaming down my face, explaining what I’d done. I promised her I wouldn’t do it again. I saw a psychologist, who made me realise what an impact it would have had on my remaining family members, and especially my son. About … Continue reading Hate Life. Live Life.
Land Locked. A poem.
I looked alone far out to sea And in the distance, miles from shore I saw you sailing The waves surrounded you like walls But you, it seemed, didn’t care at all If only I could join you But I … Continue reading Land Locked. A poem.
Non-stop. A poem.
You regale me with tales Until the night comes down And I’m in need of a drink But you’re still not done Lucky I love you, son Continue reading Non-stop. A poem.
The Laid Back DM #5 – Foiled again!
Trap tips for DMs of Dungeons and Dragons! Don’t let those player characters foil you again… Continue reading The Laid Back DM #5 – Foiled again!
The Sale. Part 9. A short series.
We made it to the floor access. The iPhone torch light reflected off the shiny ladder, floating dust motes and hanging cobwebs. “We’re going down there?” said Aisha. Her face wrinkled in dismay. “I don’t know. It’s bad enough I’m in a dark passage with some stranger…” I slapped my forehead. “Oh, sorry. I’m John. Forgot to introduce myself.” “That’s because you were too busy screaming like a little old lady.” “Yes, well we can’t all be heroes, can we?” “You’re also a hog.” She snatched the cellphone away and shone its light down the ladder recess. “So we have … Continue reading The Sale. Part 9. A short series.
Doppelgänger. A poem.
A sad case of Mistaken identity Was it a phantom or you? I apologised The intention was true Not a misdirected ruse Doppelgänger Tombstone walking And so this life continues Continue reading Doppelgänger. A poem.
The Sale. Part 8. A short story.
I flung myself off the bed, seeking to extricate my lower leg from whatever was grabbing it. My effeminate scream echoed through the room. “Oh, shut up,” cried a female voice from below. My leg was released and I huddled against the wall under the shuttered window. An attractive African-American woman in her mid-20’s pulled herself from under the bed and stood. She was dishevelled, dressed in what looked like a tie-dyed hippie dress. “Who are you?” I said, eyes wide in disbelief. “I’m Aisha,” said the woman, smiling. “Sorry I scared you. You scream like a girl, you know.” … Continue reading The Sale. Part 8. A short story.
Siren. A poem.
Your siren call It drags me deep below Onto the corals of your heart Then sets me drifting Into roiling currents And furtive tempests Reach out, take my hand Hold me in your salty embrace Continue reading Siren. A poem.
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