Nausea (Feeling Sick.) I remembered reading that exercise was good. So I did star jumps. I did star jumps while fat salty tears ran down my face. I howled and I jumped, wondering if the breathlessness might take away…
Reading the world away
There is something about reading. Lots of us do it here on wordpress, it’s what has brought us together, and I tried to put into words exactly what it is that I love for Perdiz Magazine last week.
Red.
Red It was all too familiar. The smoke lingering in the air, the enveloping cacophony of high pitched rings and chimes, the flickers of neon lights that winked from every corner. They had told me never to return here. The…
King.
King. I’ve seen things you wouldn’t believe… Mists hovering above flooded grounds, ripples rolling away from every footstep, trees soaring taller than I and into the sky to touch clouds. I’ve seen olive eyes peering up from within muddy pools, the…
AM.
Wake up. I became aware of the frown on my face as soon as I gained consciousness. A radiant ray glistened from the window across my left eye. It narrowed the pupil and created warmth in a strip along my…
The Monday Muse. Skinny Fry.
You will have to excuse my meandering mind again today. As I was laid face down on a surgeon’s table this morning, I couldn’t help but wish I was sat on the riverside bench that the boy and I had…
Roar. Calling all my fellow writers…
There are many animals strewn across my abode. None of them are actually in the land of the living, but until the day the boy and I commit to a feline sidekick, I am muddling through with the inanimate creatures…
Choke.
A four day week is an affair of proportions so glorious that it means Friday has come without my usual straggling spirit and dwindling dynamism. And so it is with my seldom felt Friday fizz that I bring you The Hemingway Day, and six words that together…
Fool.
I have penned a little fool inspired story in honour of April the 1st. Here’s hoping you haven’t been subject to too many mischievous escapades this morning… Fool. Him: The tears loomed above her eyelashes, threatening to slither down her cheeks…
Grumpuss.
The monday musings of a crazy cat lady… Grumpuss. I was watching The Simpsons. He strolls into the room and plants a squidgy bundle of sellotape and wrapping paper on the bed. I look up, eyebrow cocked, and he nods towards…
Up.
Today’s poetry 201 challenge has helpfully allowed my writer’s brain to head home, in creating some prose poetry. The subject is ‘fingers’ and the challenge was to include some assonance in the piece… Up. Her blood boiled upwards as my ears rang with…
Crack.
Thank goodness for that little moment on a Friday afternoon when you realise there are two days of bliss ahead. Here’s a few seconds of literary escapism in celebration… The Hemingway Day. Crack. The cracks echoed, fracturing. He froze. Thank you to The…
