You don’t actually see them.
Not really.
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Not My Bed
“Can I have a word doctor?”
“Sure you can.”
Although Dr Lowry was extremely busy he came in to address the patient’s concerns. The man was dying. It was the least he could do.
“Isn’t there another bed some place?”
The man’s jaundiced eyes slid sideways in the direction of his fellow patient…
The Ornament Tree of Portmore – 1760
Playlist for this Post The giant and I were friends, or so I like to think. She never spoke, obviously. Not in normal terms. But please believe me when I say that I could feel her. Her presence was real to me. I think she felt me too. I know she did. The first time… Continue reading The Ornament Tree of Portmore – 1760
The Silence
A poem about shunning and religious excommunication.
Metaman
I often find myself wondering how long humans have been fascinated by time and history. There are those who would suggest that it’s the unknown, the unobtainable that drives our hunger. And perhaps they are right.
The loss of our home world seven centuries ago was indeed a catastrophe beyond all imagination. We were at the very zenith of our technological achievement when the asteroid hit. It literally split our planet in two, sending one part careening into the heart of sun whilst the other disappeared into the far reaches of the solar system…
Truth
Sometimes, now and then, I look at the posts of religious people I know and hear the words that come out of their mouths and it’s like a mass of worms I didn’t know I had, shifts inside me. Yes, I am that revolted by their perceived idiocy in that moment, that my stomach turns.
Just a slap?
I often write on subjects that I find triggering or emotive and I totally hold my hands up and confess that this topic really has me riled up. Not just because of the event itself, but because of people’s reactions and also people’s reactions to people’s reactions. But I should probably begin by outlining the… Continue reading Just a slap?
Monday
Mondays
Birds of Paradise
Playlist for this Post We know beauty, don’t we? It’s well defined eyebrows, on fleek hair. Red carpet gowns, Insta influencers and Only Fans models. These days it can be the body proud avante garde, strutting their extra plus sized frames with no trace of timidity. It can be women who are genetically male and… Continue reading Birds of Paradise