I ate an apple once- he said you should be choking, it was already old. You should be ill, it was full up with rot, maggots crawling from it’s ruined flesh. You should be tired and yet you walk beside me head held high how is this possible? He said until he realised he was…… Continue reading Religion
I started to write. The air around me was still and the past progressed from my finger-tips like taffy. Outside the sky was glaring blue. I watched high up as the clouds scudded past like stupid children, bumbling along on an unknown current oblivious to the implications of their movement and participation. Their cow-white presence…… Continue reading Catharsis (1)
Kid A Rocks my baby back through psychedelic shades of memory ridden contemplation, old faces haunt me shadowy alley-ways run deep down behind my jaw line walk themselves home as I recollect old beats old faces, old places which I never really left- before my time yanked from the only place I ever really felt…… Continue reading Old Faces
Mary Shelley shot a bolt of lightening into me; I’m not sure whether it entered between my legs or through my eyes but suddenly I saw stars and the very atoms of the air crackled with infinite potential and malevolent design. Inspiration is right in front of me- I will create a literary monster and…… Continue reading Inspiration
So I am writing this post directly after publishing the last one. It Sunday, Ru and I are having a day in and I wanted to get some writing done today as I’m working Mon-Friday next week, and won’t be around on Saturday at all. I am just getting back into the WordPress mindset, and…… Continue reading Daring to dream; a confession.