Author Archives: fishfulthinker

Stories

Posted on February 27, 2012

Open marshes are dangerous places, like the minds of young girls. They’ll suck you in with innocent grin, and chase you out with your fear. Run away from the open window – real life ghosts cannot return from boggy death.

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Success in Haiku

Posted on February 27, 2012

Chasing seconds the sun moves across the sky, to my mortality.

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Failures in Haiku

Posted on February 27, 2012

Dry skin, cracks on the back of these ageing hands. Time ticks on, eternally. Numbers patiently wait for shadows to fall on their moment.

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Between the sheets

Posted on July 5, 2011

I wasn’t sure if we were still doing this over the summer, but I decided I might as well share something so you know I haven’t forgotten… Between the Sheets I’m yours; words spoken in vulnerability. Darkness protects paralysing fear … Continue reading →

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About Our Mice

Posted on March 13, 2011

(this wasn’t any thing serious, it was mere procrastination, enjoy. ) The mice are coming, in the walls, scratching. Coming for me. Coming for you. Coming for all of us – nothing we can do. The mice are coming. The … Continue reading →

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Hospitals

Posted on March 11, 2011

Here I was, at the hospital again. There we were, at the hospital. I rushed away from the bus that had delivered me, hoping I wouldn’t miss visiting hours. It felt like I hadn’t been away for very long; around … Continue reading →

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Where did he go

Posted on February 3, 2011

The tall gentleman stands on the street, waiting for the traffic to pass so he can walk on. He coughs, looking to his left and decides he doesn’t want to cross any more. He walks off in another direction. Passing … Continue reading →

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A walk home

Posted on January 31, 2011

I can hear my feet scuffing the pavement over Nuovole Blanche and take a mental note to buy noise cancelling headphones. But then I wonder if I’m more swept away by the music because, although the sounds of the street … Continue reading →

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