Short stories
The jogger rounded the edge of the forest and came to a sudden standstill on the lake shore. He paused for breath and chose his next album. As the squealing guitar intro burst into his inner ear he heard nothing outside of this musical rock bubble. He didn’t hear the waves as they kissed the rocks. Nor did he hear the morning bird...
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Poems / Thoughts
Every step we have taken Every breath we have breathed Every life we have touched Every joy we’ve received Every hope that’s been crushed Every plan we believed Every hurt we have caused Every time we’ve deceived Every word we have spoken Every thought we’ve conceived Every “every” now brings us To present from past And beckons at last To the future ahead. ©Cre8ivation
Thoughts
Well I’m sorry to say that I have been prompted to write this post following yet another visit to put rubbish in the bin. (see Plastic Pots, Potato Peelings and Pearls posted on the fifth of September) The Prime Minister has spoken recently about tackling the threat posed by that traditional symbol of the British seaside, the friendly neighbourhood seagull. His remarks follow murderous attacks...
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Thoughts and Essays
Yesterday I tweeted that I was sitting in a café with an empty notebook, a pen and a skinny latte seeking inspiration for a short story. A few moments later I experienced one of those eureka moments, a “light in the dark” epiphany, as I took to task the ailing brain that was refusing all reasonable requests to cooperate with my need for creativity. I...
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Poems / Thoughts
I headed downstairs today with a bin bag of rubbish. There are eight large,blue bins outside the apartment block for residents to use. As I opened the lid to throw the bag in I nearly jumped out of my less-than-pale skin at the sight that greeted me. There, looking dazed, confused and on the brink of terror was a dishevelled man in his late twenties. He had...
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Lyrics
Here’s the lyrics of a song I wrote after writing the article about idioms. I tried to picture/invent the most negative person possible, consequently any resemblance to persons, living or deceased, is entirely coincidental. Honest!! I don’t know anybody who is so extreme but we do tend to exaggerate sometimes in how we see people. Sarcastic hyperbole works well for me. Poor you if you know the...
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Poems
She tosses them up and watches them fall, Juggles with fire, with conflict and war suffocation of safety, claustrophobia of life exhileration, danger, contentment and strife. Throws them all up and pulls you all down Sadly joyful, juggling clown Hope’s edge, anxiety’s cliffs Analytical reasoning of life’s buts and ifs She wants to run, but “why?” she sighs She wants to stay but tears she...
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Drawings / Thoughts
I don’t want to be accused of being homophonic but: Sole mates. Two people who don’t have many friends? Sole Mates- One lone condom getting ribbed? Soul mates- Janis Joplin and James Brown talking about Otis and Aretha? Seoul mates- a film or two South Koreans discussing the threat from the North? Sole mates- two fishy friends going out for a beer? Sole mates- two...
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