Raucous laughter permeates his ears
Smiling gleefully, lager dribbling down the corners of his mouth
Slapped across the back, fooling around on a Saturday night
A night out on the town
Stumbling towards the bar, the ninth drink or perhaps the tenth
He’d lost count
Banging fists on the table, a scream for help masked by an intoxicated smile
Silent to the others, he weeps bitterly
SHOTS! The fie...
His glittering emerald eyes
They appeared to float
Among the cerulean skies
Shivering under a puffer coat
Speaking softly, under breath
Dark alley ways after hours
Drunks and junkies on meth
Under these conditions, our love flowered
Yet a product of his place
High on his own supply
Felt time was an athlete, his empty space
Couldn’t hear his final sigh
His frail body lying among blue sheets
I co...
Atakan of the Felango Clan was a simple man. A bowl of fermented mares milk, a bloody battle, his woman and a bearskin was enough to keep him satisfied. Yet, any man, woman or child that made the mistake of a betrayal, wouldn’t survive to see the sunrise.
Of course, crafty Kassandra of the Ritacan Clan was unaware of this. No one could blame the poor general, she simply obeyed orders. A diligent...
Hidden underneath the covers, our breathing pattern fell perfectly in sync. A silent heaving for air as we heard the stealthy footsteps gliding across the corridor.
“Is he gone?” I mouthed. Elio silently signalled for me to be quiet and began the treacherous journey towards the mouth of the room. Dropping to the floor a la James Bond, Elio sprawled out and began to, for lack of a better word, wri...
“YOU FUCKING IDIOT!” Loathing screamed “WHY DIDN’T YOU REHEARSE?!”
Guilt looked down at her feet sheepishly, wondering whether it would be possible to let the ground swallow her.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t realise—“ Guilt started
“No, I don’t want to hear it, you’re on probation,” Loathing interrupted, advancing towards the dreaded button.
“No please, Loathing I didn’t mean it,” Guilt pleaded, kneeling...
Where he once sat
Laughing at Desmonds reruns
Volume at max, grainy 90s footage
But it’s enough
Where he once ate
Hands trembling, Parkinson’s is no joke
The cancer was eating his cheeks up
He still had his sandwich though
Where he once slept
Tossing and turning, sleep apnea unrelenting
Snoring like a sort of elephant
At least he could rest
Where he once walked
Through the small garden
Pacing...
Sprawled across the sofa
IKEA alarm clock, repetitive ticking
The paper stared back at him
Still blank
Gnawing at the stubby pencil
Teeth marks engraved into the wood
Mangled and almost useless
Mind empty
Perhaps a simple sonnet
But to who or what?
He should call her, for inspiration
Distractions
He paces around the room
Slumps over on a chair, foot hanging
Fiddles with fingers
Still nothing...
Water isn’t blue
I know from the tears
Whatever you’ve learnt to draw in second grade is wrong
Another way the education system failed you
Banks don’t play fair
I know from the money I’ve lost
‘Sorry, you’ve been late for your payment’
Little did they know I needed that extra thousand for the hospital bills
Bribes never work
I know from my dead family
I gave them the money but they still…
It’s...
Water isn’t blue
I know from the tears
Whatever you’ve learnt to draw in second grade is wrong
Another way the education system failed you
Banks don’t play fair
I know from the money I’ve lost
‘Sorry, you’ve been late for your payment’
Little did they know I needed that extra thousand for the hospital bills
Bribes never work
I know from my dead family
I gave them the money but they still…
It’s...
‘Wonderful, count to three and breathe in’ her voice extended a hand and led me towards a place of rest. My galloping heart began to slow down, thumping periodically. Slowly, my mind travelled to the sanctuary I had been struggling towards for years. Breathe in. I could see calm on the horizons. Breathe out. The gruelling sessions were working. Breathe in. Insufferable trauma digging, so called co...
