Poetry | Stories | Photography
In a secret coral location, the cephalopod intelligence committee meets every month on Wednesday at 7 pm sharp.
On the agenda, this month is a spy who infiltrated a group of elite Squid, a terrorist octopus, and an uprising and subsequent bleaching of coral.
Alone in the desert. In the darkness, I knew you had passed.
Whispers of what was never said and echoes of what could have been.
When you died, I felt terrible sorrow.
You always wanted me to be, not to be what I am and what I must be.
Now they are only words.
a comb from long ago
black and white photographs of ancestors
looking at what was and what might be
a kindred familiarity
a plea to the heavens
reboot my life so that I am not related to these people
looking in the mirror and seeing my mother
using “the voice”.
He lives a Victorian aristocratic life in the 21st century; hunting, buying, and banging chics are his hobbies.
Frustrated with life at 26, he becomes an Influencer and a comedian.
In his glade, he made many life-size fish and chickens.
He ponders what to do next.
Moonstruck by Shadows
Captivated by an aura
Movements in the moonlight
Sea shadows hypnotise
Feeling the sand consuming
Ghostly ships appear
Whispers from dead sailors
Sirens calling from the depths
She is moving closer
Calling out for answers
No one stirs in the moonlight
The Door
You whispered unknown words
What has this land done to you?
A glimpse of something ancient
A presence, an evil resides here
Glimpses of the void, touched by the desert
The gift of sight and understanding scares you
A task too great
You enter the door
Foxy Nostalgia
Lost in the aged disco inferno
reliving your youth
feeling nostalgically wild and hip
Remembering
hot pants and roller skates
candelabra hair
flowing foxy bell sleeves
Recreated nostalgia
muffin hot pants and flats
a tragic wig
tie-dyed bell sleeves
Puffing after one song
a sun melody
different leaf shades
moody trees
dancing leaves
different dying shades
winter kisses
a strong gust
reds, yellows, and Olivine
playful trees
a bird song
rubbish moving in the wind
winter hugs
From a forgotten forest
at first, a whisper of wolves
and longing for the sea
Taken from the office
transported to a world of snow
and a tyrannical sheep
Staring at the Timberwolf walls
the wolves howl for you to save the pack
and be a dragon once more
Bordeaux Kiss
Summer heat
the sea and the sand
something
sweet to eat
while watching the world
and dreaming
of those lips
a Bordeaux watermelon
laced kiss
with strawberry
and cream hues of winter
about those hips
C & K 