Moleskine Pages- Birdsong

He spoke in bursts of birdsong...short notes of joy and misery. I fed him seed, worms and balls of bacon fat. The local crows saw through him. He was a fake...I only wish they'd shared this information...I would have flown away.

Moleskine Pages- The Heat

The heat did funny things to their memories. Some melted clean away, while she struggled to put the fires out. Others inched towards the arctic region of her brain. The rest slumbered obliviously in photo albums unaware of the carnage going on.

Moleskine Pages - If Only...

Nothin was ever hidden.

Moleskine Pages- Mother, Can I Come Home

Mother, can I come home.

Moleskine Pages- Viagra

For many women, Viagra has highlighted the incompetence of their lovers.

Moleskine Pages -Alcohol Is Our Friend

It was never my intention to live in the eye of a storm. It was never my dream to host my own nightmares. But as the crowds gathered to witness my shame I remembered I was better than them.

Moleskine Pages- Ginger Bread Men

Run run as fast as you can, you can't catch me/ us, I'm the Ginger Bread Man/ Men.

Moleskine Pages- Dirty Laundry

She washed her sins away in a pool of cool, sweet water. The colour of blood always thrilled her.

Moleskine Pages- The Lighthouse

I stopped singing when you no longer cared to listen. I still hum to myself when the silence overwhelms me.

Moleskine Pages- We Are Who Our Children Say We Are

She grew small extensions to her spiritual self, each one a fully functioning part of a divine plan/ plot to part her from reason; to paint her flesh tones with the blues, endow her extremities with super human grip and her heart with dead ended walkways. We are who our children say we are.

Moleskine Pages- She Has Protection

I am honoured with gold stars in every columns. I count to ten and breathe.

Molskine Pages- The Animals Don't Want To Know

Her love for him was so akin to hate, she murdered him every time she thought of him. He couldn't see the gathering storm or smell the festering roses.

Moleskine Pages- This Is The Day

This is the day the angel sings, I shall listen to the voice now that I know I am powerless against him.

Moleskine Pages- Landmines

The secrets were never outlined, I negotiated the mines always expecting to be blown skywards. My edges were starting to blur, my eyes to water. Your shadow left me cold and vengeful.

Moleskine Pages- Pussy

The pussy cat walked to the end of a plank, he had a honey in his bed and money in the bank but he still couldn't be happy. He watched the circus folk come and go from his vantage point, his plastic doll's feet were becoming his own.

Moleskine Pages- Jaded, Rubied and pearled

Why do they persist in stomping on my ceiling? Why do they keep eating my words? The worms keep inching forward, and trees are devouring my birds.

Moleskine Pages - Knock Knock

She stole my afterbirth before I was a minute old. She left me out in the cold with no way back in. She was never able to discern my cries nor bear my presence without complaint. She even chased my blue birds away.

Moleskine Pages- It Doesn't Add Up

He knew he'd never grow up till he killed his parents. They knew he couldn't kill them if he remained a child. Who blinks first.

Moleskine Pages- Sleep In A Cold Bed

Life carried on in my peripheral vision. All I had as a guide was a book of old wive's tales and a bottle of gin.

Moleskine Pages- Prayers

Our prayers attracted smiling faces with painted hearts. I saw the devil's eye in a hole in the ground.