Tomorrow sees the launch of the fourth anthology published by Rheteroric Askew. Its full of short stories, flash fiction and poetry. I have some pieces of flssh fiction in the book. It is available on kindle or amazon print.
Floating high floating free Floating high floating free Abundant beauty for eyes to see Abundant beauty for eyes to see To see beauty, for eyes – free floating Floating high – abundant Gracious butterfly fill me with wonder Gracious butterfly fill me with wonder Remind me of the beauty love Remind me of the … More Butterfly Love
A Haibun – Japenese form that includes a prose poem and a Haiku. Time stood still as You walked into the water spangled mist Memories washed over me The sound of your voice Your smile that special look Drowned by the sound of roaring water Pain intensified Overhead swooping bird Steals happiness drops sadness Memories … More Memories
As we walk life’s tortuous paths we encounter seasons as life rolls past Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter pass with certitude a familiar refrain weather patterns change to unexpected patterns less no snow more rain making the season harder to explain As we walk life’s tortuous paths our lives are like seasons Winter may seem to … More Seasons
Five thirty in the morning laying wide awake mouth parched like the desert, bladder like a lake close my eyes and try to doze, need to be comatose curled down on my side, breathing deep willing myself back to sleep mind has other ideas, goes over issues, raise needless fears bladder grumbling hitting high, feels … More Wide awake
Padlocked Love So many padlocks Locked with so much love Each locked compartment Bursting at the seams Once upon a time the symbol of fidelity Lovers clipped them to a rail Threw away the key Thousands of padlocks Sitting in a row A sign of relationships Waiting time to grow Years pass by and the … More Padlocked Love.
Inside my bag are packed the things that fill my heart with joy the faded, threadbare shawl that whispers a tinplate soldier toy. Inside my bag wrapped well in cloth a tiny mirror fragment immortalised inside that glass the ghosts of those I love Some memories are intransigent Inside my bag stowed very safe two … More My home
A SYMETRELLE This is the line do not cross Don’t refuse to talk that’s dumb unjust Don’t Lash out – it will only breed mistrust In relationships lose the moral high ground Chose your reactions wisely, they need to be sound Your drivers your beliefs turn judgements round Try to think, not just react choices … More The Line