Poetry | Stories | Photography
Rustling outside removed her from a nap.
Going to the door and looking outside, she stumbled upon a bag of seeds.
Keen to see them grow, she propagated the “Little Paws”.
After six months, meowing starts coming from the greenhouse; she runs outside to see kittens everywhere.
within the words
pieces of you and your emotions
the tempo alters
until the resonance is unmistakable
within tugging words
pieces of me and my emotions
the music is playing
At the desk,
between the mortgage payments and the kitty litter,
I have a think.
All those dreams
from years ago when we thought being successful
was for everyone.
As the years passed,
we learnt that the road to success is not always fair, equal, or merit-based.
happiness expectations in the office
saying hello like your life depends on it
contemplating another coffee by 9:05 am
co-workers fuel your addiction
people calling before 1 pm is sacrilege
what the feck am I doing?
Overwhelmed,
you attack the biscuits
and cry at your desk.
A voyeur from the door waiting for an empty street.
Walking alone in the crisp fog, it’s too early for coffee.
As my thoughts turn to the passing trees, Serendipity strikes as a cafe opens.
A table for one, a cappuccino and an almond croissant.
Someone walked over my grave. The corners of the room keep the shadows, and the dim light reveals moving things I wish I could not see.
I fear the sparrows outside as insects crawl beneath my skin.
I feel Mum’s embrace, remember screaming, and now I’m in a white room.
I am moving towards you.
Suburbia moves on as farmland relaxes my vision.
A distant mountain range and trees in the foreground; I float between the two.
The dreamy afternoon light flickers between the trees as the train moves towards you.
A mighty warrior
traveller of many lands
A lover of noodles
Ramen and sake
cantankerous words and dancing
A Geisha’s fan cuts
Angered at the offence
drawing his sword
The laughter of Geishas
A 30-centimeter sword
hardly Arthurian
Perfect for cutting noodles
The fever intensified.
Staring into space, images of ghosts, demons, and magical creatures appear in the lounge room.
Unruffled by the images, she dances into what appears to be the corpse_fjord.
She woke up on a pile of clothes with empty bottles everywhere.
Watching the way colleagues climb the corporate ladder.
Whispers behind closed doors, muffled voices gossiping about such and such, and toxicity oozing from the walls.
Anger turned to disappointment. Disappointment turned to creativity.
The draught_of_giants hit me. With a pen on paper, I jot all the words down.
C & K 