Moleskine Pages- Smoke And Mirrors

He was tired of making excuses                                                                                               He was tired of hearing them.                                                                                             She told stories that came out of her mouth in layers                                                              Together they gazed at fun- house mirrors in contorted mistrust                                      She looked up at the stars
He denied their existence and mourned her.

Moleskine Pages- Lividity

A glorious spread, democratically reciprocol. Yet she remained angry...livid, even in death.

Moleskine Pages- It's A Party

They spoke truth to power, just enough to ensure survival. He pissed on them from his high horse; just enough to keep them uncomfortable and preoccupied. It was his party, they, his captive guess. Some bought the uniform, most opted to keep their own clothes.

Moleskine Pages- Dammit!

Personally I don't appreciate being rescued, especially when I know I need help, I am perverse that way.

Moleskine Pages- I'd Rather Decline The Honour

Being offered as a sacrifice is an honour not to be taken lightly. To be food for the Gods is a guarantee of immortality. So why did I have to be dragged towards the dark cave?
They were full of joy at not being chosen. The tried to convince me I was the lucky one.

Moleskine Pages- The Smell Of Martyrdom

She disappeared piece by piece over time. We ate bits of her for breakfast, lunch, supper and the occasional snack. She didn't mind...as long as we were happy. The only thing that would have enhanced the taste was a scream of pain or a few tears of regret.

Moleskine Pages - My Own Private Utopia

The roll call came out of the blue. Mentally deducting sins from acts of altruistic goodness, we assembled for judgement. Would context come into the equation? Would my acts of childhood malice and youthful menace count? We jostled and elbowed our way to the back of the queue. Those with money strode smugly to the front.

Moleskine Pages- misrule

The heat scorched my feet. Voices whisper, call and shout. Our body heat nourished and drew forth the Lord Of Misrule. we hovered in the balance.

Moleskine Pages- ACat On A Cold Concrete Roof

She lived close to heaven, wild with silence and dead with life. Every night while cats called and courted, she hosted feasts for the granite Gods, buying brownie points and investment bonds with a cold cold heart. No one can see her, but no one can see past her. She became a ghost well before she died.

Moleskine Pages - Home And Dry

I drew first breath as my head hit the ground. The phrenology book told me the lumps guaranteed a long hard road. My fellow passengers ignored the blood, my cries and the message I'd come to deliver. I knew if only I could get to the water I'd be home and dry. A lifetime later I'm still wet and home is within sight.

Moleskine Pages - 13 Is My Lucky Number

I am the food in your head, the filling in your teeth. I am the view from your window and the crow's feet round your eyes. I am the grout in your tiles, I am the inches in your miles. I am the heat in your blood and the lead in your pencil. But you already know that.

Moleskine Pages- The Elephant In The Room

He said he'd never been in love; that lust was as far as he'd got. She said she despised men like him but didn't move away. He checked out her menu but opted for a takeaway on the way home. She'd worn her lucky knickers for nothing. He missed out.

Moleskine Pages - Memento Mori

Once they'd seen him, they could never unsee him. They cried rivers.

Moleskine Pages - Don't Come In

Talking required too much energy, so she began to communicate silently. They mistook her lack of words for sullenness. Her mind wandered never settling anywhere for long. They knew how to bring her back.

Moleskine Pages - R. White's Lemonade

She sang their birth, their life and death. She sang their sky, their air and earth. As she sang, their roots took hold, grew deep and stitched them together in a holy union. As they stood still they boomed, flowered and fruited. The cycle rolled on. We hummed along when we forgot the words.

Moleskine Pages- Love Letters

She presented him with unsolicited gifts and showered him with awkward attention. She couldn't hand him her still beating heart so she handed him her still bloody first born instead. He just wanted to fuck her.

Moleskine Pages- His Weight

Even the most extraordinary events become mundane through constant exposure. Our minds are programmed to accept matters and over time we becomes numb and inured. I don't think this needs any further explanation.

Moleskine Pages- Flea Circus

'The art is to conceal the art.'

Moleskine Pages- Crying

I cried hoping someone would come running to soothe me better. Mum, believed crying was good for a baby's lungs. My lungs are fine now.

Moleskine Pages - We Are All In This Together

I don't often deal with political themes but when something matters as much as this does I feel compelled to express it. The way this Conservative government are destroying people's lives, people without money, power and hence no voice is shocking. With no mandate they are taking us back to a Dickensian dystopia where poverty and disability are seen as a moral failing. Where not having a job because of this desperate economic climate is  criminal . This toxic regime has divided the country with help from an obedient, unquestioning press. I haven't felt this angry for years.