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
Nights at the round table!Spouts of hot teasloshed into cups of tiny china.Cards and clinking glasses,glinting toothy smiles!One nods offafter too many Jameson’s.Piggyback up the stairs,unfold him into bed, hah!Open … Continue Reading Out of our heads!
“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
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
In a small, crowded, noisy bar, on a winter’s night, he’s surrounded by family and friends. There’s a dislike for the setting: Having to shout to be heard at your … Continue Reading Captivated