We’re never shown quite what it takes to grow long lasting skills The wrong turns and dead ends the path that’s fraught with ills We’re seldom shown to get to good We often must be bad To see the efforts ended in failure as the best teacher we ever had We’re never told that it’s … Continue reading The Circular Route
Infinite possibilities out of reach of time and space A world full of vast imaginings Unconveyed by tongue or face The deepest depths of who we are Walled off from those we know Afraid to face what makes us tick In the deepest depths of our soul But there is a revolution Writ large across … Continue reading Inside Outside
The ant was unusually solitary Working the days away Building a mound deep underground A palace for one ant living his way It was the nicest hill in the hillside Best of all it was just for him He filled it with sweets, high value treats He needed no queen, he was king Time stole … Continue reading King, Kith & Kin
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
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
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
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.
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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The goshawk bristled in angerAs she set down on a branch to restHow dare they cast her outAll she’d done was try her bestTo keep them safe from harmAnd the dangers of this earthShame on them if they could not seeAll that she was worthYet a sadness settled over herWeighing heavy on her heartShe’d never … Continue reading The Goshawk Part 2
The goshawk canvassed the forestspreading her news for the dayMore trees have fallenmore fruit is stolenthe end is on its wayPerhaps next yearor the one after thatbut all the signs were thereIf one listened to the gossip of the goshawk Light of wing on the air She sowed her seeds of warning as she flew … Continue reading The Goshawk
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