The woodlouse lived under a log, with her isopod family But she had a dream she’d harboured since birth: She longed to visit the sea To see the big waves rolling, smell the salt and brine on the air to move through the sand in a faraway land How she longed to visit there The … Continue reading The Woodlouse and the Sea
The one that has it all
All of my pages, blog posts, rhymes and short stories in chronological order, newest to oldest. Peruse at your leisure.
Torrent
by Rae Cod The icy deluge continued to pour, stinging his face and plastering his shirt and jeans to a body which a few days ago had felt strong, but… Torrent
Hazel and the Earthworm
She followed the path without question, as millions before her had done Took pride in reaching each milestone, as she ticked them off one by one She towed the line and rose upwards; strong, straight, steady and true But slowly began to falter, as the next milestone vanished from view She paused to gather her … Continue reading Hazel and the Earthworm
Much To-Do About Nothing
I got no time to write that rhymeBut I got hours to surf onlineI got no time to start that bookBut I got days to clean and cookI’d love to sit down and start that blogBut I’ve stumbled into a viscous brain fogWhen that clears, I predictI’ve got a wonky shelf to fixMy pen is … Continue reading Much To-Do About Nothing
Questions without answers: exploring themes of longing and trust
I’m reading To Shake the Sleeping Self by Jedidiah Jenkins. My friends bought it for my birthday; it’s about a guy who reaches his thirties and realises he hasn’t really lived, so he’s never really discovered much about himself. He drops everything and leaves his comfort zone firmly in the rear view to bike from … Continue reading Questions without answers: exploring themes of longing and trust
A Different View
I’m listing to the left But I’m sure I’ll be alrightDrifting in loose circlesHolding tight to stay upright If I tilt my head near sidewaysIt almost feels okayPerhaps the best solution Is to stay like this all day But the room spins ever faster As my anchor falls away I close my eyes to stop … Continue reading A Different View
A different kind of knowing
Some of my poems refer to ‘knowing’ in a sense that is more than accumulated knowledge or facts. I’ve only become consciously aware of this type of knowing over the past couple of years, but listening to an Eckhart Tolle podcast recently I’ve begun to realise I've always instinctively leaned into this kind of non-conceptual … Continue reading A different kind of knowing
Bring the lightness
Bring the lightness Bring the brightness To the space we fear to tread Check the ego at the door Embrace humility instead Remember what’s worth knowing Is often felt but never taught Insight rarely comes From a being that is fraught Why make the hard things harder Why put the self to test It doesn’t … Continue reading Bring the lightness
The Ghost of Grimsby Car Park
An urban myth retold in this month’s short story offering. Thanks to Gobblers/Masticadores for publishing.
by Rae Cod
‘I heard he used the cash to buy a boat, called her Dignity,’ said Dave, taking a sip of his second pint of the evening.
‘Who told you that one?’ said Carl laughing as he made his way over from the bar to join them, ‘Deacon Blue?’
Dave looked puzzled for a second as John and Deborah laughed and the penny dropped.
‘It could still be true,’ he protested, ‘got any better ideas?’
Carl shrugged, ‘If it was me, I’d buy a huge island somewhere sunny, build a mansion where no one could find me.’
‘He was only collecting the parking money for twenty-five years,’ said Deborah, ‘not sure he’d have quite enough for that.’
‘Go on then Carole Vorderman,’ said John, how much did he get away with?
Deborah’s expression went blank for a few seconds as she retreated inside her head, lips moving silently as…
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Red Squirrel
I hoped to catch a glimpse of you bright eyed and bushy tailed I scanned each tree in earnest but all to no avail Through closed eyes and wound back time there you are so clearly Bouncing through the autumn leaves I loved to watch you dearly My Dad would say how lucky We were … Continue reading Red Squirrel
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