As we snoozed in the sweat wet cotton Dozed lazy, lost to the trundle Of clattering cars and frantic frustrations Just counting the gaps between
We are just the best of a bad bunch of swimmers An improbable collection of beautiful atoms A bunch of nuanced neurones Sunlight touching the
Not to worry – the spider creates and navigates new roads each day, a brisk flurry of snow in mid-March keeps the stone skeletons at
If you fuss, I’ll flip mountains. When you crumble, I’ll muster courage. If you curse, I’ll stay courageous. When you snore, I’ll love you anyway.
When the time comes, what say you? Dark and devious, cruel and despised. Why do you think you are right, when so much of what
“Bring, Brrrring!” Yee-haa! Home time and I’m outta here! Like a bolt of lightning I grab my duffel coat and PE kit, run to the
Out here in the countryside there was nothing to mar the view of the gorgeous colours of the waning sun, reflecting off the surface of
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The Sea and an Office Block The vast wave rushes across the ground floor as dull desks and dull workers swim in its ferocious tide,
I am the ghost of our life together In our lives, I was a shadow
It’s been a long day. I can see it in his eyes. Unzipping his leather jacket with a gasping sigh, he gazes at the snaky traces his muddy biker boots have left. Huddled up on the sofa and resting his bones, watches
Character Writing: Man. Early thirties. Dark hair. Receding hairline. Stubbles. Leaving the table. A messy table. Messy table next to the closed fireplace. Table filled
There seems no self at all, in this, the spending of the night, simmering by screen, formless is the type, when little moves to think,
I don’t choose to be there, right behind you. I am compelled to be there. Since we were young something has drawn me to you.
He sat pensively, his hand lightly touching his lips. His heavy brow obscured his eyes, his thick, stumpy fingers darting back and forth over his
The cupboard opens and I’m rudely awoken by being hastily grabbed and greeted with a spoon of coffee granules. In goes the boiling water, followed
When we try to explain social phenomena by means of psychological knowledge, we make a fundamental error. A group behaves differently from its members were
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