Creative Writing / 04/08/2020 A modern house built on grey clouds

Old hoping thing Go gently now On those dark nights, Where rats huddle in the garden’s compost heap To hide with empty thoughts. Billowing across the street, a black hand demanding answers clutching on to the houses. Trying to rip the windows out of their frames, To leave them choking in a watery mess on...

Creative Writing, Venue / 04/08/2020 Hectic

Hectic. That’s the only word I have for today. Sure, it’s been in the works for months – I signed the agreement weeks ago – but nothing can prepare you for the moment the once empty, internet-trapped room becomes your castle.  Billy cried this morning. He – and I quote – wanted to know why...

Creative Writing, Venue / 04/08/2020 My Illness Has Teeth

  Debby asked me to keep a tally for the number of cups of coffee I drink per day. I keep the tally in my mind. Three so far today, I think. If decaf counts, then maybe four or five more. If strawberry infused green tea counts, then five or six. Maybe seven. Pushing eight...

#BLM, Creative Writing, Venue / 30/06/2020 Just Platonic?

There are relationships doomed to suffer, and relationships that make suffering. Like a cop who kisses his gun at night and lays it under his pillow. The only Black he dares to touch is the butt of his precinct-funded revolver; he tends her like a prized cow raised for slaughter, cocking his perverse killing machine....

#BLM, Creative Writing, Venue / 30/06/2020 #BlackLivesMatter

We see people in the streets: Eyes ablaze, voices loud, hearts angry; More aware of injustice than we’ve ever been.  We will not be silenced. We ask to be taught our past To know better, do better, be better – Statues are falling, attitudes are evolving, people are learning. We demand a better future. We...

#BLM, Creative Writing, Venue / 30/06/2020 Our Thoughts

This should not be happening in 2020. We are living in a time which promotes equality for all; No one should be hated. But others haven’t seemed to have gotten the memo. 2020 has proved that. The thorns on a deeply rooted bush Still blind some eyes to the injustice happening all around us, And...

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Creative Writing: Have a Little Faith, Boys

To get away once emboldens the mind. Yes, it does. Significantly so. Have faith, they say. Have faith. In God. In others. In the System. In… yourself. Yourself. ************* They surround you now. Their faces are taut. You can sense, behind those eyes, behind the starched white shirts and glittering school badges, fear. They are…

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Creative Writing: Prayer

I kneel. Hands intertwined. Heartbeat like a metronome. Steady. Please, I pray. Please. Please Let me find. Beauty. Purpose. Slaughtered on an altar, I pledge myself. Renouncing all. I hold out my sins in cupped hands. Slithering like eels, Dripping through my fingers. A feast. Waiting to be devoured. And searching, I find Doubt. Like…

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Creative Writing: Untitled

I have faith in a fractured mirror, The black line gaps part of this, Unknowable and untouched; Parts of my inner self I am only Slowly becoming aware of. I have faith in my unsure reflection Where I know who looks back, But do not know why; When they could turn away And go to…

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Creative Writing: Flicker

I’m not Hindu. In fact, I’m not religious. I’ve said it before, mildly delivered, with just the slightest inflection at the end to indicate this is not a question, but a statement. As I stand inside Kapaleeshwarar temple, it whispers a statement of its own: you don’t have to be religious to see religion’s beauty….

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Creative Writing: The Truth of the Moth

If I were called in to construct a religion, I should make use of light.   I would worship at the peak of the day, Basking and glorying on some hilltop made divine by the sun, My offering a half-hour of sapped-strength lazing. I would not sequester my faith in dusty shadows, Chiaroscuroing my faith…


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