Poetic how low can we go? 22 Dec 202014 Nov 2020 The low ebb is descending A rhyme from a pop song Reverberates the background It’s melodic chant daring her lower Tiredness all around no respite Sleep deprivation increases the tome…
Story - fiction swamp abyss 28 Nov 202010 Nov 2020 the weight of the world, the dejection of a thousand, thousand souls sat on his back, desolation surrounded him. he was in a bad place, the baddest of places, on…
Poetic spot stare 22 Apr 2020 A spot on the floor held my gaze in the way a leery drunken fool stares. I thought of the myriad of things I could do to avoid the spot's…
Journal Entry normal things 21 Apr 2020 I have had a bad couple of days, the black dog followed me around as I tried to stand and get out of a stupor. But today I am doing…
Journal Entry Wobble averted? 9 Feb 20202 Feb 2020 I knew it was coming but it had some nerve to appear in full regalia five minutes before the Christmas Day service. At first, I thought it was just pre-service…
Poetic rehab 13 Jan 2020 she couldn't go to rehab the cat needed to be fedshe'd go next week when the sky'd bluewhen the delicate hues of greencould be seen among the treesand the baby smiled…
Poetic Cleave 13 Jan 2020 When you’re right down in itYou can see no way outYou can see only darkInky blackness seeping through When you’re in the middleOf a muggy treacle puddleHanging onto some hopeIs all…
Poetic Treacle {walking} 13 Jan 2020 I want to blast the hornAnd bang timbrel and drumI want to blow the trumpetTo shout Jesus is Lord in my life Inside, in my heart, I can danceProclaiming from the…
