Orange streaks across the sky. I’m falling and the dream I always have plays behind my mind. A world on fire. I fall and fall until I stop. The soil here is soft and I pass through it quickly, my impact blasting a crater a hundred metres outward. My systems are offline for approximately half… Continue reading A Truck Dreams
Things don’t happen to me. I wake up, I go to work, I come home, I go to sleep. That’s it. Life is normal and uneventful and I’m happy with it staying that way. Until I found the mouth. It started with an itch. A tickling on the edge of my elbow and then there… Continue reading Moe’s Mouth
Razors cut lines. You are the reason I can’t be me. Why can’t you believe that we can be better? Evolve beyond history, beyond toxic norms and bad behaviour? Where is your empathy not for battle lines but for human beings? You are the reason the world will die. Razors cut lines. We are all… Continue reading YouTube Comment
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Martha turned the wine glass on the table then stood back and frowned. She then leant back and turned it back to its original position before smiling and stepping to the next place setting. The sound of her shoes against the floorboards echoed through the room. The house was quiet, empty and waiting. After checking… Continue reading Sacrifice.
The tiny man that lives in my chest is breathing louder. Longer. His lungs swell and ribcage expands and with each breath instead of retreating his body continues to grow. He sits curled, his spine arched and face unseen and with every inhale I feel my bones creak. You stand above me, watching me from… Continue reading The Elephant In The Room
Into the mirror of his mother’s downstairs bathroom Peter stared. Susan stared right back. Peter on one side of aluminium, glass and paint, and Susan reflected perfectly back on the other. They stared, at the pimple pulsing in the centre of Peter’s forehead. Peter raised two hands, shaking as he placed a finger on either side… Continue reading Peter/Susan