Camouflage
Garbed in pastels and duns I went, though there were whims of crimson, and blue ebullience. And I was always just around the corner, safe in softness, empty of the … Continue Reading Camouflage
The getaway
as a freshening teenage boy just shy of sixteen years foisted from a battle-scarred home into this supposed school of highness he is already in retreat from vitriolic violence from … Continue Reading The getaway
Pierce my heart with cast iron arrows
Fifty years on, in my sad unpacking, this time of letting go, I find, pressed between panes, a polaroid. A face is fuzzily framed in one angled corner, and I … Continue Reading Pierce my heart with cast iron arrows
From Thralldom to Salvation
“Are you an anxious person?”, the therapist said. Our man then recalled the thoughts and emotions that preceded his blackout at the wheel on that wintry night not so long … Continue Reading From Thralldom to Salvation
The Captive, in thrall
Almost a year from the day he saw his “tiny dancer”, he still struggles to bury the image, and sees this as a strange and fascinating illness of the soul. … Continue Reading The Captive, in thrall
