Prose

Still life…

I live near the doldrums, just down the road from lake breathe – a place I often dream about swimming in. I’m lucky as my view is actually of the lake and surrounding hilly doldrums, “Where calmness prevails” as the imaginary slogan goes, but for the odd baffling breeze that wanders through – I’m in […]

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Once upon a moonlit night…

There was a little faerie dancing in the woods. Glittering in a pink and yellow silk frock, her diamond dust wings zipped frantically – spinning her around in the rhythm of the breeze as it fluctuated indecisively in the peppered moonlight. Through fluffy wisps of Spanish moss hanging under large oak trees, she bobbled about […]

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Lost for words…

Bottled up like a carolina reapers‘s heat, reaching out to the stars, anchored by a fat cork; jam-packed full of heavy realities. I’ve watched you a million times, day and night, and pondered endlessly only to realise I’m still here… Yet when you shine, even for the briefest of moments, I melt… Look, there you are […]

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Darkness…

It’s cold, quiet and sad at times… On the dark side, there’s silence – because it is easier not to upset the balance of things. It is also a place to wallow in pools of self-pity, or guilt-ridden rivers and often knowing that it is only by soaking in suffering that one contributes to another’s […]

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Silence is golden…

A common proverbial saying borne from the mists of time… often overlooked yet suited to the moment… such as now. It’s just the way it is. No matter what comes before or after, there is nothing else that can espouse personal solitude so perfectly. In those (albeit rare) moments,  we are one with ourselves (or […]

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