The Foreboding, by Robert Graves

Looking by chance in at the open window I saw my own self seated in his chair With gaze abstracted, furrowed forehead Unkempt hair. I thought that I had suddenly come to die, That to a cold corpse this was my farewell, Until the pen moved slowly upon paper And tears fell. He had written…

mimicked in salt

my body feels so heavy my arms, limbs, eyelids my mouth turned down at the corners my heart in my stomach and my head clouded so thick. i imagined the door closing, light disappearing. blackness. and that wall being rebuilt, brick by brick – yet the chasm was wider, deeper and darker. the cries of…

the egg, by Andy Weir

You were on your way home when you died. It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off,…

ode to Sinead and Jake

When you told me you were getting married, I smiled in disbelief… after all these years?! I’m sure that even your parents felt some relief. You two aren’t a typical whirlwind romance, But rather, slow burners – giving your love a real chance. I didn’t imagine either of you as the “fairytale wedding” types But…

family, life, and everything after

Love is a funny thing; It lightens your soul and brings you firmly back to ground. It lifts your spirits, And makes you want more… It fills your heart, your essence, your being And in the next instant it can turn so ugly, So poor… An afterthought, as communication breaks down And once accepted contentment…

We are one

There is a lot going on in the world right now – especially the bad and the ugly… but there are also beautiful moments too. This video by TV2 Denmark truly reinforces the message that we are not alone, that despite our backgrounds, or what we do for a living now, we connect on so…

Sublime

A look in the mirror confirmed the suspicion What needed to be done would be Without circumspection Eight years was a long time To wipe away But they were mine and I walked the line Walked away Man, it was sublime   Written content is © All rights are reserved. September 2011.

Bed’s warmth calls again

  The sun was rising, a haze filling the skyline ahead The frost kissing the grass, leaving it’s gentle sparkle The low cloud hugging the hilltops as we drove along Eurythmics serenaded us as our dreams slipped further away While work drew closer with every second Exciting but dismal as our days stretched before us…