The Truth of Now

If we’re well and truly honestThere’s a truth we don’t allowCreating history and futuresOnly happens in the nowWe can lament what has been lostOr learn and move alongSpend a lifetime stuck in what could beOr be right where we belongThe only starting point to anywhereIs in the steps we takeSlowly inching onwardsfull in life as … Continue reading The Truth of Now

Unbounded

Unconditional, subliminal Holding space within the liminal Seeping into cracks Healing wounds we just can’t see at all Accepting what is seen For good or ill, better or worse Cheering on our dreams There for chapter, page and verse Presence ever constant Fades into the scenery of life It’s only when they’re gone We feel … Continue reading Unbounded

Fluent

Anthropology, archaeology, sociology, psychology Cardiology, cosmology, cryptology, zoology So many 'ologies about but there’s only one for me I’m obsessed, enthralled, enraptured by the study of flatology Trumping, blowing, tooting Wind passing day and night Ripeness abounds with interesting sounds Measured by ears and nose but not sight The Latin term is flatus But no … Continue reading Fluent

Trash and Treasure

Thank you to gobblers/masticadores for publishing my short story Trash and Treasure this month.

I wasn’t sure where this story was going but I enjoyed the journey. Hope you do too.

As always, please feel free to share if you know anyone who’d enjoy reading it.

Gobblers / Masticadores // Editores: Manuela Timofte / j re crivello

by Rae Cod

Martin knew the saying; once man’s trash is another’s treasure, but it always amazed him the items that people discarded. Dropping it at the charity shop made them feel better about it, but make no mistake, if all the charity shops closed tomorrow it would be on the rubbish heap.

That’s how much stuff people were drowning in these days, he thought, so much they didn’t know what to do with it. On a typical day, they’d get board games, teddy bears, designer clothes with the labels on them, books, DVDs. That was just the normal stuff. Then you had the weird and (not so) wonderful; the see-through trouser suit (that one sold to a gentleman in a non-see-through pinstriped suit, the toilet seat (binned), the set of false teeth (also binned) and once a box of ashes that turned out to be the family dog, returned…

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