Wednesday, 30 July 2014

Moleskine Pages- Alone Again...Naturally

She was nailed onto a pedestal, a forced conduit that would forward their dreams to whom it may concern. They made pretty offerings and whispered pious prayers laced with malice, songs of praise lined with threat. Overtime the wings turned to stone. Celestial ears became deaf. They were alone again...naturally.

Tuesday, 29 July 2014

Moleskine Pages- Weightless

She hovered three feet above the ground by now, and rising. She'd not lost any weight but was virtually weightless. He gripped on to her knowing in his heart it was a waste of time. She was leaving.

Sunday, 27 July 2014

Moleskine Pages - She Died Living

With nowhere to go, her soul gave up trying to leave. So she died while still living, and lived beyond death, and waited her chance.....

Wednesday, 23 July 2014

Moleskine Pages- Feeding The Man

Nutrition was her obsession. She felt compelled to feed everyone, and everything. Her maternal instincts were over developed...a mania...but then she had nothing else.

Monday, 21 July 2014

Moleskine Pages - Pickles

Even as a child I collected gossip. I hoarded nuggets for protection, currency and for power. The women dealt in it, it was their gold. Being invisible is a bonus. I stored my pickles in jars of blood.

Friday, 18 July 2014

Moleskine Pages - She Sailed Through Life Singing

She sang songs straight from her heart. Nothing could stop the flow of tunes. Through war and peace, time and space her pipes never let up. People were born, lived and died without respite.

Friday, 11 July 2014

Moleskine Pages- Amniotic Sac

I never wanted to leave the amniotic sac. I was content there. I had everything I needed. I knew nothing good lay outside; so I would hang on as long as I could, but the walls were getting thinner and my guardian angels were preparing to fight for my soul. In the end they lost . I died while something else was born.

Monday, 7 July 2014

Moleskine Pages- Love Your Children

Her children were an unexpected disappointment. Terrorists, vampires and at least one Fascist Dictator with a tiny mustache. She loved them knowing no one else would. The world usually found a way to destroy them, thankfully.

Thursday, 3 July 2014

Moleskine Pages- The angel Cried

In the absence of God what is there to curb self interest? we blinded each other with sharp words and pointed looks. We were all right and all wrong, but there was nothing to lose and nothing to fear. I whispered rude words in an angel's ear...It cried.
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