Writers are always being told to read: read what you want to write, read outside your comfort zone, read books on how to write, read, read, read. This is a good thing for me, I love reading so you don’t need to tell me thrice, but a recent exercise I came across in The Writers … Continue reading A week without reading: practicing the writer’s way
Blogging: rediscovering the why
My blogging has become sporadic of late. I'd felt like taking a break for a while, then one week I didn’t post, and kept not posting. The longer I didn't post, the harder it became to dive back in. Since then I’ve dipped my toe a few times, but it’s proving hard to regain my … Continue reading Blogging: rediscovering the why
Earwig
The earwig used its flight, weaving clumsily to grab at my attention This missive it gave to me: Stop thinking so hard! Drop into your heart Let head rest from chatter and noise Trust is the way Let it hold sway Life flows easy with grace and with poise But turn trust away and succumb … Continue reading Earwig
Hustle the Hummingbird
Hustle was a hummingbird Near small as a bumble bee Named for the game she played so well, Climbing the figurative tree Eyes on the prize of more nectar Aloft for twenty-more hours a day Zipping from flora to fauna Heart beating a rapid foray No time to smell the roses No time for play … Continue reading Hustle the Hummingbird
Nottingham Knockers: the conundrum of trusting the Universe in a world where not everyone got the ‘we are all one’ memo.
If you’re a regular to my blog you’ll know I have a generally optimistic view of the world. I’ve always preferred to err on the side of giving people the benefit of the doubt, but on a few occasions this has led me into situations where my trust was misplaced and I’ve paid the price. … Continue reading Nottingham Knockers: the conundrum of trusting the Universe in a world where not everyone got the ‘we are all one’ memo.
Black Widow
Another short story for you. This one was published on Gobblers/Masticadores some time back but I didn’t share it on here because it has s-e-x in it (yes I am stereotypically British), but I’m also over it. Hope you enjoy the story.
by Rae Cod
He watched her from a distance as she sat on the front step of her porch, staring with eyes that were somewhere else. Her beautiful dark hair was piled up in a head scarf. A tangle had broken free, and he was surprised to see it shot through with white. Maybe not so surprised. Brutal way to go.
They were friends once. He hadn’t liked that. Maybe he wasn’t as stupid as he looked. But he wasn’t here anymore, perhaps they could be friends again.
He worked up his swagger and approached the house.
‘Hi Dee.’
Her dark eyes registered confusion as they drifted back from that faraway place, then surprise as recognition dawned.
‘I didn’t think you’d ever come back here,’ she said, in that voice as smooth and dark as treacle.
‘I saw his obituary in the paper,’ he said simply.
She nodded.
Finally, wearily…
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Thoughts?
The you inside your head is less you than you might think Thinking is the problem and it’s causing quite a stink I think therefore I am, yet thoughts are products of the brain I fart therefore I am could be said in similar vein Our thoughts become the soundtrack to this awe-filled, wondrous life … Continue reading Thoughts?
Time to Fly
The fly flew from the ointment and landed in my drink Its lifeless body floated there gave me time to think Did I really want the comfort those bubbles would provide? Liquid gold within my veins Euphoric rush to downward slide In a memory my mind hides: The chasing of a high that can be … Continue reading Time to Fly
‘The ultimate, hidden truth of the world is that it is something we make and could just as easily make differently’ – David Graeber
We all saw it during the pandemic, didn’t we? Our ability to quickly and, relatively easily, adapt to new ways of doing things: children didn't go to school, people didn't go to work and loungewear became the season's must have attire. Yet now normality has resumed, so the possibility of doing things differently also seems … Continue reading ‘The ultimate, hidden truth of the world is that it is something we make and could just as easily make differently’ – David Graeber
All You’ll Ever Need
Moving in a spiral to a point of purity Ever decreasing circles ‘til you get where you should be The other myth: a straight line traditional trajectory Avoiding all the pitfalls ‘til you get where you could be At the centre, lies the answer the one each of us seek “Keep climbing to pure happiness, … Continue reading All You’ll Ever Need
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