manufactured morning joy
excessive coffee drinking
crying sorrow by lunchtime
Very Short Story: Charlatan
A charlatan on some disused corner said, “You are what you love. Remember those words, for they will set you apart from the rest.”
Walking down an empty street thinking about the charlatan’s words, they rattle and bounce around the expanse of her skull: threatening.
A thought takes shape; She says to herself, “If you are what you love, then my organs are books, my brain is an archive of knowledge, the blood that runs through my veins is ink, and my soul is my many words.
Breath of Darkness
A forest dream
under the full moon.
The wolves run wild,
an owl hoots,
the trees whisper words
you cannot understand.
A silvery moon
hides behind the clouds.
The shiver up your spine,
flesh touches flesh,
a warm breath of darkness
as you wake up.
Nothing
I could write nothing,
Leave the page blank, say nothing.
I could be nothing,
Live alone and love nothing.
I will never be nothing.
O’er
O’er the mountain and into the sea,
we will meet again just you wait and see.
O’er the hills and down into the lake,
we will meet again and memories we’ll make.
O’er my heart and into your love,
I’ll see you again, my sweet dove.
Haiku: Office Dream
Cherry blossom dream
feeling the flakes of snow fall
back in the office
Very Short Story: Hypnosis
A friend Convinced you hypnosis is the way to cure smoking, so you take a trip to a practitioner.
Looking at a pocket watch with intricate carvings of flowers and stems, you feel calm relaxation set in.
A voice from far away says, “Don’t be a naughty smoker, Anna”.
“MUM?”
Haiku: Pride
A feeling of pride,
admiring your collection;
the dead butterflies.
For Emma
Today would be Emma’s 16th Birthday.
When Emma died in June last year, well, I don’t think I have felt anything worse. I have lost my Brother, one of my Uncles, and my Father; however, if I had a child, I think losing Emma would be like losing a child.
Also, we had to put her to sleep, which hurts your heart like nothing else.
Emma will always be a part of our lives.
I wrote a Haiku for Emma. She was always trying to leave us when we would come home, so we had to arrive through the garage.
A paw on the glass
The key turns, open the lock
A pouncing welcome
Happy Chinese New Year!
A pounce then a paw,
the lucky tiger caught me
with a wild fur paw.
Contemplating my escape,
a Bah from the Sheep won’t do.
C & K 