OctoberOct 16 Thursday 08
Poetry (1) In the darkness
In The Darkness
In the darkness I lie hidden.
In the darkness you lie hidden.
Your toes touch my toes.
But it's all a game.
If only I could still see your eyes.
I could tell if you're as frightened as me.
Here in the shadows we play,
At being adults,
Wishing …
AprilApr 10 Thursday 08
Short Short Story (number 11)
When Did You Last Sing?
Footsteps.
Definitely footsteps. Was there music? Maybe. Perhaps. Please? Music. Yes. Definitely. He pushed the bed toward the tiny window. The metal legs scrapping and following old groves. This was not the first time. He moved the bed up …
MarchMar 29 Saturday 08
Short Short Story (number 10)
A Flower For My Suit
The weight in his pocket fell heavy on him. The car was still stirring. He reached for the key, but stopped, afraid of continuing with his actions. Both hands return to be placed on the steering wheel. The proper position, ten to two. Staring …
MarchMar 22 Saturday 08
Short Short Story (number 9)
Humour Is A Virtue
He wants to stick a knife in your eye. If not a knife, then anything sharp and pointed. He wants it to burst. He hopes it will pop like a balloon. Spurt the vitreous humor everywhere. Laughing all the time.
He would clamp your head, so you …
MarchMar 18 Tuesday 08
Short Short Story (number 8)
Staring At The Sun
She glared at the sun and it glared back at her. Her head against the grass, the freshly cut smell irritating, but bringing with it pleasant memories.
The sun seemed early this morning. The sunrise almost over when she had arrived. Missed the …
OctoberOct 16 Tuesday 07
Short Short Story (number 7)
Some Cuts Are Deeper Than Others
The sword was his grandfathers. In fact, it had been in his family for many generations. A true heirloom, their only heirloom. It should have been his fathers first. He knows this most deeply in his heart. Each time he runs a finger …
OctoberOct 11 Thursday 07
Short Short Story (number 6)
The Long Days Past, Remembered.
The beach. Sand between his toes. Days past filtering through his mind. Childhood memories cascading. Ice cream cones, melting slowly. Dripping down the front of his shirt. Broken smiles. Walking along the beach that last time, with …
OctoberOct 6 Saturday 07
Short Short Story (number 5)
The Broken Shards Of A Life
He put the pieces of broken vase together. That sad pile of shattered long given gift. One more link to his past undone, he struggles even to remember his mothers face. The few fragile photographs he has of her do not show her as he wants …
SeptemberSep 25 Tuesday 07
Short Short Story (number 4)
The Call Of The Song
The songbird raises him to wake. It's call of morning glory filling the air. The windows lay wide open, for him to capture the song each start of day. Even on the cooler days he opens them last thing before he falls to sleep. The songbirds cry, …
SeptemberSep 15 Saturday 07
Short Short Story (number 3)
She Falls From Grace
Her name is Grace. She loves to dance. But whenever she tries, she loses all coordination. Limbs flying everywhere. She likes to joke that with a name like hers, how come she is so clumsy? It always gets a laugh from people, when she meets them …
SeptemberSep 13 Thursday 07
Short Short Story (number 2)
One for the Road
The bottle of Jack Daniel's Old No.7 Quality Tennessee Sour Mash Whiskey stood waiting for him. He didn't like to drink it, but he did like the idea of drinking it. Liked the image of it. It felt cool to drink it. Just sucked in by it's advertising. …
SeptemberSep 8 Saturday 07
Short Short Story (number 1)
The Night Of A Little Gathering
Sarah likes to entertain. She has large dinner parties. Six or seven courses. Little nibbles with a glass of wine before hand. The table resplendent with decoration. The house sparkling. Her husband, Philip, isn't bothered about …