Asleep with your eyes open,
each bubble forms with a thought inside.
Between two states of mind,
bubbles are forming and cluttering the house.
Awake, you dance around
the house, popping and sampling your thoughts.
Category: Very Short Story
A Modern Druid
From home to work, there was no warming up. Cold from the inside out, yet warm to the touch, something old and wretched continued to burn within the old Druid’s skin.
Hungry and cold, when lunch arrived, she ordered a cheeseburger with extra pickles and then ate it at her desk.
With or Without You
With you without solitude, I dream of living alone in a secluded Winter forest house with animals and spirits to keep me company.
Without you in solitude, I dream of living with you in a house full of laughter with the Spring sun moving on the table.
Longing with or without you.
The Hallway
Frozen solid; Frightened by fear.
Clutching the bear, courage and curiosity take hold as she peers down the hallway.
In the darkness, something moves. A silent scream pierces the night.
She stands frozen solid with fear until Daddy scoops her into his arms and gives her a big hug.
The People’s Politician
Birthed into poverty,
hardship and sorrow
mixed with love & joy.
Growing up was hard,
yet the desire to succeed
was strong within you.
As a politician, you embraced
egalitarianism
and social democracy.
All people deserve health care,
education and housing.
You lost every election, yet
your legacy lives on.
A Poem from Lockdown
Too much seclusion from the terror of humanity;
Toilet paper sequestration neither deters nor hinders idiots.
As humanity leaves nature to fall, you withdraw into a cocoon of sadness. Not even the moon can console your fears and longing for love’s touch.
Prickles
a pretty girl, always so calm
until he takes the piss
once too often
placid and sweet
demeanour turns
to prickles and
bristles as the
fire
flares out to
burn his skin
putting out her
fire is his favourite
pastime, which she loves so
The Incendiary One
A lover of the incendiary one,
the one who burns her shell and clears away
the old to make way for the new.
Rain doused the fire;
now green buds shoot up new life from
beneath the darkness.
Community
Street signs tell you,
movies show you,
songs encourage you.
Be part of the community,
individuality is not in keeping with this country,
the collective is connected; one is none.
Introverts hide in plain sight,
struggling through the nihilistic dystopian days,
gathering the strength to destroy it all.
A Foreigner
A foreigner at the train station,
living within a radical quiet skin.
Too tall for discount shoes,
too solid for little clothes.
“Looking down on me!” they
walk past and impolitely say.
There is no other way for you
are shorter than me, grumpy.
The mask covers the mood.
C & K 