Warning this story may be challenging for some readers, it deals with sexual themes & suicide. With Rue My Heart is Laden With rue my heart is laden For the golden friends I had, For many a rose-lipt maiden And many a lightfoot lad. By brooks too broad for leaping The light foot lads are …
“I” wait to meet you here, where have you gone? One with “I”, the fracture has cracked me. My confidence has seeped deep into the sands. Where are you? We once were one. My hope, my heart, that “I” too am loved, evaporated. “I” once worthy. My gold, never thought “I”, now tarnished. Discarded, tossed …
Warm fires in winter, Toast cooked on a toasting fork, Warm tea in powder blue cups, Boiled fruit cake, Yo-yo biscuits. Playing “How many bird in the bush, bush, bush?” Feeding the lambs and collecting the eggs. Your big box of rubber bands, Sponges with strawberry jam and cream. Afternoon teas on Sundays. Being taught …
SURVIVING WHEN ALL THE WORLD IS ORANGES Adam is an Apple born among a grove of orange trees. Very unusual because his family were from a tree that grew slightly out of line with the other trees, all in very straight lines. Adam’s mother Ruby, said the reason their family tree was slightly out of alignment …
Shoulder to shoulder sipping vintage Dom Perignon, looking out to sea experiencing the ship slice through the water. An occasional slight breeze catches, caresses and soothes their faces as they slip towards their destination cocooned in a bygone era of “haute couture” and leisure paced travel. Dazzling attire, complemented by necks dripping jewels. Brilliant cut diamonds, …
Run, run, run, pat, pat, pat. Run, run, run, pat, pat, pat. Run, run, run, pat, pat pat. “This is the way to keep fit,” she tells her husband. “Been thinking, we could open a franchise!” “How do you mean, Bunny?” He asks trying the seem nonchalant but a bit out of breath. “Sensational for …
Lao Tse Chong, Feng Shui master to celebrity and wealth, puffed as he climbed the stairs. Ever the true master of his craft and insistent that he must examine every space in the house. In the midst of my great-grandfather’s ephemera, Lao Tse stopped, bolt upright, a look of surprise, then shock, quickly followed by …