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- Connections

The connections grew tenuous with age. The universe yawned with studied disinterest while easch of us danced towards the exit. There was no music...the last few notes hung in the air...a pretty memory..a poignant miasma of a living world. The generations would continue into the greedy void but there would be no welcoming parade...no moving words to keep the stars shinning. The numbers grew less and less and the light slowly dimmed.

Moleskine Pages- Clean Up Your Own mess

The exorcism was about to begin. Nobody knew where the demons came from. They were born early one morning on a blue day. It was now a red letter day and time to move them on. Demons have an uncanny ability for spotting receptive hosts; they look for short memories and central heating.

Moleskine Pages- Welcome To my Uncertainty

From close range I caught his cold, his child and his charisma. He asked for them back. She despised magic tricks. His whole life was an illusion. A made-up world of ever more mind bending lies.

Molskine Pages - Walking On Water

I learned early how to walk on water, to tread softly on unstable minds. Drowning was never a worry in stormy times. My talents bought me new layers of skin and enough excuses to ward off any rightful blame. I grew up in a house with a dead garden, I never
learned to walk on grass.

Moleskine pages- Before The War

From the softness of his head came soft thoughts of milk and honey. She fed him on pieces of her self when the darkness overtook them. She dreamed of loving him more but didn't care enough.

Moleskine Pages 'Generations'

Unwittingly, they spawned a monster that stalks them to this day.

Moleskine Pages- The children

The children heard and saw everything. Front row seats at every event. Together alone they knew too much.

Moleskine Pages- She Knew There Was More

His tears brought out the worst in her. She could kick him in the soft bits and he wouldn't even notice. She tuned out his whimpers and played the heroine.

Moleskine Pages 'Head'

When her head fell off, his improvised solution was not perfect. He couldn't sew for toffee and her sluggish reactions were driving him nuts. She wanted so much to make him happy.

Moleskine Pages- Blood Stained Memories

Outside catering didn't seem necessary when so much food was readily available. They ate in a greedy silence making sure to appreciate the offerings. Eating someone they loved was a bonding experience, a prayer for the dead eyes and blood stained memories.

Moleskine Pages- Snake Stories

As soon as the whispers turned to screams, it would be time to get out of the woods. Some days the noise followed us and there would be no respite. We'd find a safe space between a curtain and a concrete wall. and silently sing the darkness away. We learned to cope with the flames when our world caught fire. We just shed our scorched skins.

Moleskine Pages- Siren Songs

Even in happy times they were in the company of ghosts. Lonely ghosts silently willing us to join them. Their Siren songs calling us to cross over.

Moleskine Pages- Sock It To 'Em

She loved me, she loved me not. I didn't need to spell out what she, the cat's mother, couldn't read. Which Gods do I call on for routine emergencies?

Setchbook Pages - Lactation

Every time he lays on a couch, memories flooded his feeble brain. It forced her to lactate on demand.

Sketchbook Pages- Living On The Edge

She sat on her crazies to maintain control. But they began leaking out nevertheless. Reality was wasted on her. She lived on an edge with no safety net.

Sketchbook pages- Thinking Of The Good Times

I finished this a few minutes ago. I have an idea of what it means but my mind is still digesting it. Feel free to make your own interpretations.

Sketchbook Pages- I Am Real

I saw him in my dreams years before he appeared to me in the flesh. He gave me mixed messages that I chose to misunderstand. I knew he wasn't real.

Sketchbook pages- Home

She had no trouble seeing home in her mind's eye, but finding her way back was another story, home was gone.

Sketchbook Pages- My Stupid Valentine

His gift was given in all seriousness, not a hint of irony. As usual he gave her what would ultimately pleasure himself. She, as always accepted with outward grace. Inside she was biding her time. Happy Valentine's Day.