Monday, 3 March 2014

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.

Saturday, 1 March 2014

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.

Friday, 28 February 2014

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.

Thursday, 27 February 2014

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.

Sunday, 23 February 2014

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.

Saturday, 22 February 2014

Moleskine Pages - Stardust

They said it would rain, I didn't expect to drown. They read me fairy tales, I believed them. I live in the shadows of the tree of life waiting to be struck by lightening, I am stardust.

Sunday, 16 February 2014

Molekine Pages- Bone Soup

The band sang acapella providing their own rhythm and blues. Dancing was awkward, ungainly and a little melancholy. She overlooked the fact that he was dead but how could she forgive his desertion? His bones offered some comfort, even more when she boiled them up for soup.
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