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.
Hook. A poem.
Trapped and chained By fear and insecurity An endless litany of self hate And grand delusion Enthroned on a bed of nails All laughter and tears Mingling in a mad chorus The hook On which their world Hangs Continue reading Hook. A poem.
Blind. A poem.
I wear my guilt like a shroud That I can’t shake off Unworthy footsteps Through our door Down our hall How can I look you in the eye I will because I have to Because love Is blind Continue reading Blind. A poem.
Sleepless. A poem
I fell into the night Sleepless and forlorn Lost in consequences A tragedy of mourning Continue reading Sleepless. A poem
Reborn. A poem
This is the first poem I ever posted. Source: Reborn. A poem Continue reading Reborn. A poem
For Sale. A poem.
For sale Older model Chassis in fine shape, no rust Engine in good condition Fiery but reliable May need a lick of paint And new tires Great long term investment Won’t let you down Can be driven hard Or from A to B Whatever your fancy Some wisdom and insight required Best or nearest offer Going cheap Reduced to clear Continue reading For Sale. A poem.
Paradox. A poem.
I am a paradox I am living irony Always the opposite of what I want The opposite of what I need An enigma lost Inside myself Continue reading Paradox. A poem.
Adele – 25. Sing ‘em loud! A Review.
I’m a big fan of Adele. She has an amazing range to her voice and the tone has an earthy, time worn quality to it. She also revels in songs about lost love, which, being the sad sack that I … Continue reading Adele – 25. Sing ‘em loud! A Review.
Grave. A poem.
I am promised eternal life But am I worthy? I have His grace And for this I am thankful But I still carry guilt For sins forgiven Something I Can’t forget or forgive And so I thank Him for His grace But I will carry this pain To my grave Continue reading Grave. A poem.
The Distance to You. A poem.
The distance to you Miles between An infinitude Yet there you stand So close to me The work of art And the fool Continue reading The Distance to You. A poem.
Training Without Calves (or, Cows With Guns)
See what I did there? Okay, well it sounded funny at the time*. I have been lying in bed recovering from my torn calf for the last week and a half (grrrrr…). Being the fitness-addicted idiot that I am, I decided that it was time to get back to exercising before I went stir crazy. Here is the routine I worked out to ease myself back into the big stuff: 3 sets of sit ups (40 reps per set) – core/abs 3 sets of push ups (15 reps per set) – chest/arms 3 sets of bicep curls (10 reps per … Continue reading Training Without Calves (or, Cows With Guns)
The Wall Between. A poem.
I built a wall Between the two A wall to separate The me and the you Bricks and mortar High as the clouds And when I was finished It stood tall and proud But even with a wall I could feel you there So I watched the wall With a longing stare Because I realised then It was my mistake To try to interfere With the path of fate But the wall was built And you drifted away And before I knew it It was far too late So next time you try To protect your heart Tear down the … Continue reading The Wall Between. A poem.
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