Moleskine Pages- When Are The Children Coming

It was a collective memory. A tribal fear. The fish just kept coming at some point, it was hoped children would be born. In the meantime they fed on the fish.

Molskine Pages- Lucky Dip

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- The Gates To Paradise Are Locked

The gates to paradise are locked between 5:30 P.M and 9:30 A.M. for fear of vandalism. But the keeper entertained while we queued to get in.

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.