My head is a chasm with dark, webbed crevices where one tiptoes and tries not to wake the beast inside for fear of falling into the abyss. I am my own horror story; dilapidated and decayed waiting for someone to find the skin to my bones. My world resides in the bottom of a teacup,… Continue reading Evolution
I am the darkness of the night, The daughter of the mountains. I am from a water spring, Ruler of the earth. I am triumphant, A flame-coloured siren of the night. I am thunder, The moon and the sky. I am the sun, The goddess of the sea. I am queen of the underworld, Living… Continue reading Mania
Writing always calmed her down. The art of forming words which flowed onto a page expressing foolish rages and sudden hyperactivity, rapturous bursts of happiness and depressing sadness. There were always words on the tip of her tongue – slipping, dripping down her arms and out through her fingertips; sparking. But then they were no… Continue reading Writing
Words no longer spill onto the page like a coffee splatter. Granules, like mountains, obstruct streams of consciousness. Ambushed by anxiety, drowning in a sugar sea, A china boat washed ashore. Caffeine demands restoration.
Like a rapidly melting ice lolly,
In the burning heat of that one day of summer we had all season;
Strong winds unsettle clouds, Choreographing rain with primitive frustration. Lusting over cobwebs, glazed with dew. Waterfalls clumsily cascade over, once royally cloaked, leaves Tracing droplets over bark in a torrential stream. Quarrelsome tears leave salty shadows, A scar, Corroded into the Earth.
To the man (of significantly below average height),
I saw in Iceland this morning,
Purchasing a pack of four cheap beers,
And some ready cooked chicken: