SAFE?

A walk into hopelessness took me, Past Catmints and yellow summer flowers, Into cool deep water. Submerged, I feel like staying. Submerged, I feel like breathing water Air is toxic. Subaquatic, I see my questions swim around me, Electric eels.   No one sees, The murky green thoughts, Monstrous plots, Fuelling the grand machinery, taut, Ready to destroy. Mocking currents, Are garrulous company. Oyster shells … Continue reading SAFE?

 THE THOUGHTS THAT WIND THE CLOCK

Years ago, when I would still be considered a child, my memories remind me of an old face. But this face had no wrinkles, years old and very familiar, it was set flat, white and only had three lines across its face. Every evening a man whose visage was crinkled with wrinkles and probably the same age as my old friend brought with him a … Continue reading  THE THOUGHTS THAT WIND THE CLOCK