Boredom

Boredom is a state that often feels confused Too often the solution is found in more to do Yet the boredom it persists Expanding to unrest A tower piled with more Yet still we cannot rest For the cavity inside is filled with less than went before less toil less grind less drudgery Perhaps there … Continue reading Boredom

The Rat Pack

The rat woke up with a feeling That all was not right with the world An unease sensed deep in his body An aversion that slowly uncurled A displacement from his surroundings Hints of deja-vu in reverse A knowing that staying this path Would lead to something worse He tried to explain his sensations To … Continue reading The Rat Pack

Toad’s Journey

Bear crawling Belly slithering Low and slow close to the ground Shower soaking Sunshine storing Pulling in the strength around For the journey to the pond where he spawned some years ago Life cycle on repeat Instinct leads the urge to sow The path is fraught with perils The journey long and hard He cannot … Continue reading Toad’s Journey

Parli Italiano?  It’s all good in theory, but where’s the practice?

I’ve just returned from a wonderful trip to Italy with my family.  We’re lucky enough to have some great friends out there, and recent events being as they are it had been far too long since we’d met.  I love everything about Italy, the people, the delicious food, the stunning architecture, but most of all … Continue reading Parli Italiano?  It’s all good in theory, but where’s the practice?

Full to the brim

A short story about the enduring and all encompassing nature of love published on Gobblers/Masticadores this week (thanks Manuela). Click the link to read the full story.

Gobblers & Masticadores

by Rae Cod

He knelt before her and took her liver-spotted hands in his, as gently as if he was collecting an injured bird. His eyes hadn’t changed since he was a baby, but what a strong young man he’d become. It wasn’t fair he had to carry this on his shoulders, but she could ease his burden.

‘Nonna, we have to go now, I’m sorry.’

She looked at him gently, but her voice was firm as she spoke.

‘I am staying here Nicolai.’

‘Nonna, please…’

‘I am Katrina Van de Vars,’ she interrupted him, ’our family have lived here for five hundred years,five hundred yearsNicolai. I know that doesn’t mean much to you now, but it will one day. It will. I am not made for change any longer. I will stay. If there is a way to salvage our lives here, I will find it and…

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