The fiddle gently pulls him under, The cozy sounds of distant thunder. He is but a fool. Seduced by notes from in the sea, As tears to widow’s misery. . Depths of sorrow beyond the tree, A place where sun and sky can’t see. Empty in himself. The centre of the broken clock, Where time... Continue Reading →
The excitements builds rapidly in the invisible space between my lungs and my throat. It’s so powerful that my fingers start to tremble and I'm forced to close my eyes tight. Please, please let this feeling pass! I have friends who struggle with real addictions. I watch them relapse into substances and thank God I’m... Continue Reading →
A week of trekking through torrential rain has my energy depleted, but as I turn my eyes to the sky I see her. The oldest tree in existence. I fall to my knees beneath the terrifying branches that hang over me like the pain of time pressing on my chest. In my delirium I get... Continue Reading →
We live our lives in separate rooms. When the first racing games were developed, it became evident that the car didn't actually move, it was the track that was moving. Sometimes this is how I feel. As I write this I’m sharing a room with a Vietnamese family. It's probably the only room we'll share... Continue Reading →
I would slit my wrists to give you meaning. I bleed my unformed thoughts to show you truth. Yet, is it helping anyone, or am I as superficial as the next 'blogger’, posting a premature idea to be an early entry on the daily prompt ? I was contemplating a creative way to communicate the... Continue Reading →
It was a mid-morning start, which meant the traffic was a little lighter and the gangs of retirees were taking over the cafes. I pulled up next to a trendy family car - Upper middle class. I couldn’t see the driver. All I could see was the left arm of the passenger. The wrist was... Continue Reading →
The clown’s mask drips down his cheeks, but he has no face paint on. Sitting under a lamp in the corner of a lonely street his mind wanders. The waters rise from his heart to his head, making it impossible to get up and walk home. This man, this, ‘clown’, spends his time exchanging laughter... Continue Reading →
I can not wake, I can not sleep. This heart is heavy, I am weak. My eyes don’t see, They only weep. My love is gone, And hope I seek. What is this path you’ve given me? Where brothers die and lovers flee? The me inside has but one key, And now I’m locked in misery. I... Continue Reading →
A dead tree alone in a dessert. Burnt, it’s branches claw at the sky. Slowly, the scene tilts. The sky now below, the dessert above. The tree hangs like a gothic chandelier.
My guest keeps saying the same thing, but I can’t here it’s voice. It whispers, “Remember.” My uninvited guest is the byproduct my life circumstances that I, clearly, couldn’t handle the way my brain wanted me to.
The Vile Mint 