Slouching Towards Bethlehem

All stables swallow up these earthly tales...

The Sandy Island Problem

I was woken at 6.30 one morning by a hammering my back door. ‘Who can that be at this early hour?’ I wondered.

Lucy in the sky

The sun was hot and the ground was dry. She walked barefoot through the long grass, feeling the ground tickle her feet.

Living Tapestry

From lowland lake to moorland bleak, in wood and hedge, high mountain peak, on roadside verge, and rocky shore, through cracking concrete factory floor (disused), and shielded city nook:

Power

A short poem? A long Haiku? Prose? Drivel? Very possibly all of the above. A true story.
Cherry

Sabita's Story

Through the brutal debris of theirs’ and other people’s lives – she wades, waist deep,

The Fear

The road had been laid for me at the age of twenty one The drugs had seen to that, my life was undone I can remember falling apart, that horrible feeling

Tomorrow

Modern life is just a lie, a deception so successful due to the spoon-fed youth of today and yesterday. Leaders that feed on our gullibility. Which isn’t an ability in the slightest.

Plain Song

Plastic, artificial, disposable, replaceable, empty and shallow. The music we worship and swear by today.

Ennui

What’s there in life? What’s there to live? What’s there to do? Who’s there to meet? An aimless wander, clockwise around time, the time we live- that’s the norm.

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