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,…

the biggest puzzle of all…

Sherlock Holmes: It has its costs. Dr. Joan Watson: What does? Sherlock Holmes: Learning to see the puzzle in everything. They’re everywhere. Once you start looking, it’s impossible to stop. It just so happens that people, with all the deceits and illusions that inform everything they do, tend to be the most fascinating puzzles of…

a delicious day to dance

Sweltering Sunday surrounds me with sunny yellow glows on backdrops of pure blue, and green, green grass. A delicious day to dance. Written content is © All rights are reserved. August 2017.

what a day

Shimmering in the gentle sunlight Sunset an arms length away Leaves swing their underbelly Up towards the light Branches slowly sway. Dancing through my clothes Tickling my skin Whispering sweet Saying nothing unreal All with the wind. Fuzzy lion heads Bend in the breeze Sitting here writing Listening to laughter And music At complete ease….

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…

majestic rain of laughter

A majestic afternoon of sunshine and brief torrential rain… Friends laughter, a few shots – and never ending games… River sits still after the storm and my friends are now looking a little worn… Written content is © All rights are reserved. July 2017.

time moves on

The longest day of the year has just passed and the full moon will shine this weekend. The sky is still light with a multitude of blue, purple and pink hues and time still rolls on. But we are just specks in existence, our own importance so tiny in the bigger scheme of things. Written…