Vague memories. My mother died so long ago. I only have vague memories So many things I’d like to know. There is no possibility. There’s no one left to verify the small vignettes that I recall I can’t be sure although I try. She died when I was very small My memories may prove to [...]
He really shouldn’t have uttered those words again! It was Thursday for God’s sake. Steak and onions day! Now he lies there dead, next to the fridge…a beached whale…a proud-looking Newbridge carving knife wedged into a steak-gorged belly like a flag of surrender. “Hey didn’t I do well!”…if knives could talk…”and you thought getting a [...]
Once upon a time there was a man whom everyone called ‘the fool’. Villagers from far and wide spoke of this man and their encounters with him and felt him even more foolish as he wandered aimlessly from one village to the next. He was known to arrive in a new village with a dance [...]
Sometimes the need to put words to paper, be it hard copy or virtual, is overwhelming. But sometimes life interferes with goals and they get pushed aside, sometimes even forgotten. There are times there are too many ideas to put to paper and no time; those too go into the filed but not forgotten pile. [...]
I’ve held the most sacred part of life under a burning sun A dark blue sky with white brave clouds Lazily laying upon trampled green grass freshly cut Wrapped only with a quilt made of yellow-purple patches And bits of unraveling thread Surrounded by smells of honeycomb and honeysuckle Telling me that I am tasting [...]
The chains of hollow Imitation clasp their sterile links on Minds so lost in routinized Intentions even Love can spawn but Crimes; and, Faithless certainties, like Clockwork, build their Superstitious blinds so even Faith becomes the Devil trading Hope for fruitless Rinds.
She is everything that is beautiful, Her black-white pair of eyes More beautiful than the most precious diamonds Unprocessed Liberia Or processed pearls from the west. Well created Sensual in every aspect Pink is her favourite colours Her thoughts are pink When she is not exposed by the wind And her foundation not threatened. Smooth [...]
I don’t know many authors who have not ventured into joining a writers group of some sort. In fact, the publishing world, its agents, authors and editors highly recommend an aspiring writer join such groups. When I began my journey down the serious writing road, I joined three such writers groups. Great…doing what I am [...]
On the bus, driving on a rough road, Would you be there waiting for me, sweetheart When I get to the destination where you are? Would you be there When I have sweated it out And my muscles ache yearning for care and tenderness; Knowing that I have lost everything And you are the only [...]
Creeping up a Hill of life from a Valley too well-known; This time, this Time reach some Height not leading Back to have-to; This time, this Time free enough to See beyond these Patterns locked in Self so locked in Dust.
