History
Sadness-tinged bones dug out of a clay grave, bleached white as linen, the love bled out of them no story to tell.
Sadness-tinged bones dug out of a clay grave, bleached white as linen, the love bled out of them no story to tell.
The price seemed reasonable, location Indifferent. The landlady swore she lived Off premises. Nothing remained But self-confession. “Madam,” I warned, “I hate a wasted journey–I am African.” Silence. Silenced transmission of Pressurized good-breeding. Voice, when it came, Lipstick coated, long gold-rolled Cigarette-holder pipped. Caught I was foully. “HOW DARK?” . . . I had not […]
I should have known that you were trouble the minute your text popped up peppered in one spot with a glaringly misspelled word. I was told that this is the year to go with the flow, give folks a chance instead of running at a misplaced u or r. Everything in me ached to correct you, everything in […]
I stepped out onto the ledge, your warm silken hands beckoning me to step out even further, a silent promise in the air, a promise to catch me if I fell. I asked you once, twice, thrice… if you really would catch me, for I could always go back. Back into the cool embrace of […]
Word-Experimentalist
Stress Less and Live Free
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
Love, Loss, and Life's Adventures
The heart harries the mind to tarry; only dead fish go with the flow
The dream is free; the hustle is sold separately
Tales of humour, whimsy and courgettes