Lamb chops

Sometimes she would scream, like plastic-wrapped lamb chops in a grocery store; only a month prior. ~ Mark Thompson

Ball of yarn

We each have shiny weapons, To twist plots and fit our frame; And as we spill our language out, They heat swift in fiery pain. Yet, even when not utilised, Firing-pins placed on the floor, Oft miconstrued, the words, the voice, Spew forth as something more. For we control what we control, And our fears…

The Overview Effect

This whole sad world is just not right. When one is buried in another’s plight, when fear turns into blackened days, and bombs are dropped in hate and rage. It is just not right, the carnage left, when a child screams in crimson bled; let those border lines be smeared instead, then none would drown in pools…

River girl

This is the story, about a boy drenched in the warming depths of ego-less joy. Who met a girl only known, in nightscapes dreamt, visions shown. Oh such a beautiful sight by silent river that night. She took him by surprise, he allowed a shift, climb and rise; Sweeping love through a pieced heart, allowing…

Where angels leapt the ground

I walked into a place, a place I never knew, from a place that was pre-wired, in hurt I thought so true; where suffering was so normal, and endurism was the glue into this place, I found myself opened up and brought anew. So in this world I ventured to see through other’s eyes, how…