Pure – Part 4

Andre Russell had backed himself into a corner without even realising it.  He’d sacked his old team and recruited another, thinking that it was just old school thinking that was preventing them from finding the solution to the rising heat levels.  Since the start of February the new team had worked tirelessly, trying a dizzying array of different measures…

The Cancer

Playlist for this Post My words have become stuck. Balding tires drowned in muck. Wheel spinning in the darkness. A stubby pencil lacking sharpness. A tallow candle lacking flame. Aborted fetus with no name. Shame. You came. Blame game.

Aloft

To be a bird, wind holding steadfast outstretched wings,

Is an intensity that goes a little something like this…

The world before me, an arrogant haphazard spinning jewel.

Adorned with rivers distant, glinting bright,

Threading like roots that reach coquettish towards churning seas.