Thursday, 31 December 2015

Moleskine Pages- Marine Life Lipstick

Good things come in threes, the closer they get the more wood I have to touch. I lived in a rectangle by the sea in a sea shell that talks waves in patent leather boots and marine life lipstick. Lucky stars rain down in show-off showers. I show kings how to rule with ruthless mercy, they listen to me!

Sunday, 27 December 2015

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.

Wednesday, 23 December 2015

Tuesday, 22 December 2015

Moleskine Pages- Live for Us

All things begin and end in eternity. All things give and take time to come and go.Eternity is foe ever.

Sunday, 20 December 2015

Moleskine Pages- Lead Crayons

We listened, then we cried without prejudice. Faces hid the aces in places far and wide. Traces of grace hung from my head. Crayons made of lead live on the bed.

Saturday, 19 December 2015

Moleskine Pages- Pray For Us

I will show you the creed of you bones, I'll draw you the shape of solitude to whic you were born. You will close the doors and order in some prayers....Pray for us...

Friday, 18 December 2015

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.

Tuesday, 15 December 2015

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.

Monday, 14 December 2015

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.

Sunday, 13 December 2015

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.

Saturday, 12 December 2015

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.

Friday, 11 December 2015

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.

Thursday, 10 December 2015

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.

Wednesday, 9 December 2015

Moleskine Pages- Stop Crying

I touched upon a sore point even though you admit no vulnerability. I had the answers to your unspoken questions.

Tuesday, 8 December 2015

Moleskine Pages- Hudson's Soap

We are certain, we are sure, we believe that ess is the new more. Three crones stir the cauldron. Uneasy, uncomfortable, graceless and blind...unkind.
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