The words escape me. They tumble around on the floor, fly across the ceiling, wave from outside the window. The words are being obstinate. Scary. A bit too quippy. I try to grab them as they taunt me, laughing. Damn how they allude me, scorn…

Aphantasia   Imagine a world not of images but of words, A world where when asked to picture something You instead write a mental novel or soliloquy.  When you close your eyes, do you see the images you place there Or do you read it…

someday when we’re old and the winters sway in the wrinkles adorning our faces would wrinkle more thinking about this day and plenty of them fragments would flood in simultaneously then, we’d realise memories aren’t only beautiful but equally cold.

Paleolithic Era I would guess it was a woman who first discovered berries growing wild outside their cave; bunches of plump blueberries, and red raspberries harvested from prickly vines. I would say it was that same woman, an innovator born eons before her time who…

Antiquarians saw art in two dimensions,without perspective depth. Similarly the world around them. The earth can only be flat, they said. They sought confirmation in the Holy Word, and even the church blessed this notion. (Who were priests, after all, but men of only two…

We were so young, little pups ready to begin the rest of their lives huddled under a bridge for comfort. Then one day, the hurricane came & cast us all asunder, something no one could have foreseen.   It took years to come to terms…

Twists of fate rotate around poles of established traditions and volumes of life work motivated by goals rooted in the ethics of the strong armed one squeezing all the water out of the towel

cw: none One morning, the curtains were thrown open wide, and the canary blinked and felt like its retinas were burning. In the color of the morning light, it saw itself for the first time: it had become so dirty, so grey, a shadowed facsimile…

Saline swept, dreams bed, Nightmares approach, utter dread Hungry, you’ll be dead.

Sitting and watching the boats sail by brings me peace. Listening to the waves gently bounce off the shore, feeling the gentle spray touch my face and arms. I close my eyes and take myself far away to a beach of tri-colored sands and the…