Pitter, Patter. Plonk. Thud. The rain sings it’s hollow song, pinging on my window. A sparrow chirps, and a train…
Connected
It feels real. The roof tiles warm underneath me, left scorching under the sitting afternoon sun. The oak tree branches…
Like This
Nothing else. I want to live like this. There’s nothing else, no time. I’ll keep reaping this fix. Nothing else.…
Turn Another Page
Turn another page, the repetitive motion tiring my arms, my mind becoming drowsy. It becomes more evident. I’m transparent, naked…
Words and Their Writers
Words are not always pretty, like handwriting, even more so like emotions. Spoken words can mute the tongue like a…
Ambivalence
“Life must be an adventure of creation, illumination and reflection.” Jean-Charles Dwelling in an empty room, four walls closing into…
Irritant
I hear this noise every time my eyes open, every time I rouse from under my covers. Every time I…
Children
“We used to imagine. We used to believe. Children are the dreamers, the teachers. They remind us of what we…
Giants
I could hear the distant thunder, could feel the rumble under my feet. They encircled my hideaway. Grumbling indiscreetly, and…
Lost
You’re lost. Frightened away by an intense flash of a feeling, you took off. The puddles confounded you. Where was…
An Untainted Moment
Watching him amble on the leaf covered path, I pondered on where he was going. Sighing, I wished I could…
Vanity
They flaunted their mystery, their enigmatic fiery hair tossing aside in Autumn’s soft zephyr blowing. I crowed and called, begging…
Unattainable
A passion scorches my insides. This is the scorn of unrequited love. He is someone I could never have but…
Intrigue About an Edge
While near the edge I find all of the directions I could follow. I could hang on hang on…
Symphony in an Old Kitchen
This kitchen is old, one hundred years old to be accurate. Everyone is out and I am left alone here,…
Non-writing Monster
“A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity.”- Franz Kafka Pacing around this room, fixing the same drawer I fixed…
Paper Boats
The mountain quivered. I felt it standing on the still stones. I shivered in unison with it. The cold snuck…
Thank to My Readers and A Little About Me
About The Blogger It’s 2019 now. Wow! Time went by so fast. I started this blog years ago and just…
Schatten
You were the oddest feline. Black fur hardly shedding, soft as cotton and never irritating my skin. Nor would it…
Pondering on About a Puddle/Listless Mind
The world reflecting back to me is distorted and upside down. Looking into this puddle has me thinking. It is…
