It’s not about the money It doesn’t grow on trees It doesn’t drift by in the breeze like crumpled fallen leaves What if wealth was in the stillness of days that float on by What if riches were the smiles of strangers passing by What if security was found In the warmness of a hug … Continue reading All you need
Creativity
Goldfish
He walked the familiar route through the hospital corridors, the weight of his heart dragging his steps. She’d been on the end-of-life ward for over two weeks, though she’d been lost longer than that. The creeping fog that invaded his wife not long after retirement had taken the best parts and left a stranger in … Continue reading Goldfish
Yogi Yoda
Our children are our teachers, mirrors deep as the sea Each trigger a new learning point, pushed relentlessly Lessons learned the hard way on the messy path to growth No route free of worry or strife, I’ve made my peace with both But the love they bring is infinite, burning brighter than the stars Unlocking … Continue reading Yogi Yoda
Bake Off
Four and twenty blackbirds were baked into a pie But one escaped this wicked fate and soared into the sky Felt freedom touch her wingtips in the rushing of the air Four and twenty heartaches tinged her lightness with despair Time passed by and she became exhausted by her grief Made a resolute decision to … Continue reading Bake Off
The Icing on the Cake
The doughnuts had failed to de-escalate the situation. Maybe she’d have had more luck if they were Krispy Kreme’s, but she’d only had time to nip to Asda. ‘Look Ruth…’, she began as she continued to proffer the iced confections, holding the box between them like a shield that would ward off Ruth’s glare, so … Continue reading The Icing on the Cake
What if?
The feeling is subliminal Pervasive in the minimal Worming in Squirming in to the spaces we can’t see it all A broken record sings its song But it’s played its tune for far too long Crying wolf Crying wolf The mangled tune plays on and on Conscripted to the ranks of this invisible war Platitudes … Continue reading What if?
The foot long hot dog and the end of days
I'm lucky enough to have another short story over on Gobblers/Masticadores this month, a heartfelt thanks to Manuela for publishing. Here's a snippet, click the link to read the rest. Jim stood impatiently in the queue for the beat up old hot dog van, hands stuffed into the pockets of his road dusty jeans, weight … Continue reading The foot long hot dog and the end of days
Writing Is For Me
I’m going to write a rhyme because I told myself I would Sometimes I let it slide and feel the dragging weight of should But it’s easier than I tell myself if I just step back and allow That anything can be a rhyme even if it’s not profound right now The thing about this … Continue reading Writing Is For Me
The Black Hole, The Earth and The Spirited Kids
The Black Hole gaped in the ether, maw stretched open wide sucking the Earth towards its depths with a hunger unsatisfied the people below ran screaming, but there was nowhere they could hide even NASA couldn’t solve this one, though all its best scientists tried But there was a school hidden in the valleys, nestled … Continue reading The Black Hole, The Earth and The Spirited Kids
The Hum
Ideas drift by in the ether, shining brightly displaying their wares for all on this plane to see, waiting for someone to notice who cares enough to cradle an ember close, give it form upon the page once inked it sparks, ignited by chance, to inspire a whole new age Some ideas wait for aeons, … Continue reading The Hum
Rae Cod’s Writing 