He’s An Old Television

He’s an old television. He’s an old television. He’s an old television. He has tried to fix his aerial, bend this way and that way. All I can see is …

The Dolphin

+++ I am the dolphinSurfing life’s salty sea breaksDeep down I trembleExploring darkness aloneThen I surface breaking waves. +++ Photo by James West on Flickr

Their Last Scream

Stop, be silentOpen your ears Listen, please, just be Present to their fears The longer you talkTighter the knot gets What have you taught themThrough noise, ignorance How can a …

Dear Janet

I wrote this little ditty after a friend in New Zealand told me a touching story about her neighbour Janet, who was battling a terminal illness and wanted to make …

A Fist Full of Tears

A kid sits at the spitsplit from the family(with no idea of the convorunning rampant behind him) hepicks up two stickscontemplates his next dig,lines in the sand draw the perfect …

Connecting Dots

*** (a poem) *** white finger tips press over bumps smears orange dust on Forgotten Road red circles are Family Camps in Nature they move on together Black History gone …

Grit

Grit on the classroom floor. Overflowing bin. Usual teacher’s crap everywhere, I stuff it aside to sit. The kids are pretending to work and I’m pretending to care about them being …

30 Word Stories

This made me think about the difference between microlit and poetry and I came to the conclusion that microfiction is like a skit or a scene proforma, but in written form.

Dear Mr Hemingway

Dear Mr Hemingway, We thank you for your submission, and for your service to your country. Our publication is currently not looking for stories based around war as we believe …

Tsundoku Confessions

I was recently laughed at when entering a Zonta book sale because I dragged an empty suitcase behind me and left it under a table while two elderly ladies monitored …

Seeing Daylight

He walks me through the doorway to a brightly lit room with a white tiled floor. I am made to sit in what feels like a leather chair – old, …

The Wandering Wonderer

Reggie woke with the sun soaking his tired legs and Mar had left a plate of toast with jam and a coffee urn on his bedside table. He sat up …

Discombobulated

The elevator light blinked green as it rose up the wall like an intruding vine. Lana had one heel on the swivel chair and one stuck to the carpet on …

It’s Just That

The uni trimester ended while leaves still clung to the trees. Betsie found herself missing the crunching sound of the fallen leaves as she travelled home, the audible sound of …