Every Little Thing (I.P.)

"Twins, separated at birth," we joked...

Omen

This morning, the whole world, was speaking to me. One sign, a warning, another wish me luck, then who are you? One bird seen falling, means ghosts are recalling,

The same old road trip

Look, the sky is reaching through the window, calling all to leave, last chance, leaving, get on board, what a decision, you know now, you are a one to move, maybe find a way home.

Nerves

Keep quiet still, pulse in velcro, time ticking by, fidgets all over, now it's all over, I stayed calm and I stayed conscious.

Creativity

creativity is a burden to those of an apathetic disposition. you gotta pick up the pen the pad the camera the brush the stick of charcoal what I propose is a USB Port direct to the
Cherry

Captive

So much light and colour - and the promise of spring. And it feels now as if nothing in this life will be as perfect as this moment ...

Flawed Judgement

I.P. Microfiction.

An Ode to Two North Psychiatric Unit

(note: I originally wrote this piece years ago, after my first stay in a psych ward in Medford, Oregon, USA, which followed a rough stay in a jail) This place isn't exactly heaven:

The Audition.

Simon takes a break.

Shooting star

Jonny may have been a young boy when he heard his first beatles song but who cared? It maybe true that once apon a time frankie did brave hollywood but who cared? Code monkey might go job

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