It’s time for this month’s short story offering. I wrote this one a while ago for a short story competition (it didn’t win) and posted it on the blog last year. The brief was to write a story set at a bus stop with Bus in the title, I wonder if my title was bending … Continue reading Bust
Two birds on a wire One inflamed with desireUnrequited but persists all the sameAs the male starts his danceWith the sniff of a chanceCommitted to playing the gameHe coos and he cuddles Snuggles and nuzzles The warmth of his love knows no boundsShe was close to won over and let him move closer he sensed … Continue reading Down to the Wire
I’ve been reading a lot about the mindset of abundance, the idea that there’s enough in the world for everybody. Imagine a world where we truly believed this, it would remove many of our limiting beliefs about what we could achieve and would mean we wouldn't hold so tightly to what we already had. It’s … Continue reading The Abundance Mindset Through the Medium of Toilet Roll
The bat felt a malaise buildingFlew from her nest though the sun was still brightSeeking the nectar of the sweetest flowerTo quench her thirst and restore her might As she slumped on a rock by the meadow A bee bobbed by on the summer breezeIntrigued by this creature of night Able to sense her dis-easeCan … Continue reading The Bat and the Bee
We’re all made up of stories: stories we tell ourselves about ourselves, stories we tell ourselves about our relationship with other people and about the world. I have a few stories I’ve been working on overcoming, but I still find myself stuck in them once in a while. Life’s been running away with me a … Continue reading I used to be indecisive but now I’m just not sure: letting go of old stories to make way for new adventures
A difference of opinion in this month’s short story offering to Gobblers/Masticadores. Sometimes it’s all a matter of perspective, don’t you think? Thank you as always to Manuela for publishing.
by Rae Cod
‘What do you mean you lost the baby?’ asked Alicia, her wide eyes begging Charmaine to get to the punchline.
‘I popped it down right there,’ shrugged Charmaine, pointing at a spot on an oversized sofa, ‘while I ordered a smoothie, by the time I’d turned around it was gone.’ She took a slurp of her drink and eyed Alicia warily.
‘Well, it’s not like it could’ve wandered off on its own, is it?!’ cried Alicia.
Charmaine suddenly found something interesting on the toe of her shoe.
‘Ohmygodohmygodohmygod…we lost a baby, we are in SO MUCH TROUBLE!’
Charmaine patted Alicia’s shoulder consolingly.
‘It’ll turn up, probably just some idiot’s idea of a prank. Smoothie?’ she proffered the cardboard cup towards Alicia but lowered it gingerly as Alicia’s carefully manicured eyebrows hit her hairline.
‘How can you be so calm about this, Charmaine?’ she asked, wringing her hands…
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The hare‘s ears were set to receiveTwitching in a field of grey soon to welcome the lightHer body quivering as the missive settled A vision absorbed as day chased away nightCalm clarity caressed her restless soulA union of body and mind A liminal space with the path clear before her Tinged with excitement at what … Continue reading The Hare
Tell me no secrets I’ll tell you no lies Show me yours and I’ll show you mine Spill the beans and I’ll lap them up Pour out your heart ‘til it fills my cup I’m a collector, a hoarder, a connoisseur Sympathiser, confidant, friend - if you prefer I’ll be whatever you need to satisfy … Continue reading The Rag Man
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 idea of living in alignment with the inner self is something that’s embodied in many of my rhymes and poems. I think that’s because it’s something I find hard to do. That’s not to say that I’m living a false life, rather there’s some part of me deep down inside (my highest self, for … Continue reading Living the Inside on the Outside: hooray for small steps