Eggtravaganza

An extravaganza is a literary or musical work characterized by freedom of style and structure; I know, I’ve checked (thank crunchie for Google!). Given Easter is peeking out just around the corner I thought it would be nice to say hello (yes that’s me coyly waving from behind your neighbour’s wheelie bin) and let you... Continue Reading →

Never Judge A Book By Its Cover

Let’s face it, as advice goes, to never judge a book by its cover is up there with the classic ‘don’t look down’. Hey, it’s okay, we’re all friends here, I’m not passing sentence.  I too am guilty of exercising this prejudice.  Judging a book by its cover is the literary equivalent of tinder, we... Continue Reading →

In My Corner

Depression isn’t just an illness, it’s also a mask. It hides behind smiles and laughter just as easily as tears. I’ll never be one to tread the boards or quote the bard, but my mental health, when it’s in decline, does turn me into a performer of sorts; an illusionist. For a long time I... Continue Reading →

There Is No Spoon

Buckle up Dorothy, ‘cos Kansas is going bye bye! Okay, perhaps that’s a tad indulgent and underwhelmingly I’m not about to head a resistance against the suffocating amount of artificial intelligence infiltrating the mainstream (yes I’m talking about you Sira and your Alexa mini-botlings *shakes fist and charges EMP*) nor dodge bullets, rather I wanted... Continue Reading →

Nerds

Fear not, I’m not about to launch into an evangelical tirade concerning the sugar content of the popular confectionery treat (although in the interests of full disclosure, whatever they pack in those miniscule globules of goodness is enough to see me clean the entire house in under an hour).  Rather I wanted to have a... Continue Reading →

Shiver

If ever there was a season for magic it is autumn. Copper leaves shiver to ground; nature composing a last encore of golden hues before all is seemingly lost to the barren embrace of winter. Though even in the hallowed bowels of decay, shallow breath whispers hope. I used to walk in the closing months... Continue Reading →

Driftwood

Sleep is one of the few companions Aaron Hart has left and even its choice visits have become less frequent.  Shadowed by a disquiet and haunted by the loved ones he has committed to earth, his limbs twitch fitfully in slumber, insulated by a makeshift blanket of words.  Yet when a shrill cry pierces his... Continue Reading →

Driftwood

Just as a child will eventually cease its cries, so too, every storm will pass, and so it was that upon still waters a piece of driftwood found itself idling toward the cave opening. Millipedes and beetles went about their respective business untroubled as the inconspicuous fragment passed them by and thick roots continued their... Continue Reading →

The Wolf’s Bed

Torn palms Hollowed chest Dawn halo Shadowed breast   Fern brush Wet fur Silver light Fireflies stir   Aching heart of cobwebs Ragged claws Silt ebbs   Needles spin Silken gauze Earth mouths A human form   Coarse pelt A promise shed As whispers line The wolf's bed

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