By: Andrew Culture The quick shallow breaths pull the foul taste of the surrounding air over my thick dry tongue. The air is thick with the fresh sweat of hundreds of people who were strangers to me, but each of whom feels they know me. The stage smoke and cheap cigarettes catch my throat…
Author: ShiverWriggle
Solosancho Dawn
By: Alex Dawn breaks across jagged night Teeth bared, sun arising, Cool moments before sledgehammer Heat, squinting eyes. Sweat drips through cotton Drones the fly as sleep is Near impossible. Time to roam Across the blasted hillside, Avoid Snakes and spiders, boars and wolves. Rehydrate with dehydrating drink, Ready for a night of fiesta,…
Insolence is so appealing
By: James At least he could take some comfort in the fact that there was nothing he could have said or done that would change matters. Votes were cast, the ballots were in and the verdict was there, clear as day. He simply had no choice, no say in this matter. For once, it…
Truth and Equilibrium
By: Alex There is a truth to the dawn There is a truth to the rain There is truth in the cold, and the heat There is a truth in these, for they are truth. There is a truth to the birdsong There is a truth to the scent of loam There are truths…
Winter Storm
By: Alex The moment of dawn, stars fallen Darkest light, shivers the soul, Before the cockerel, comes silence. I await, winter storm, I await, frozen, torn. And so time is raging, Draining through my wound Pouring along with tears My mask is askance; My mask but happenstance. Begins the end, downward I try to…
The Hatch
By: Alex When we are young the world sees us differently. We are viewed through kinder eyes, words spoken softly, gentle to our tender ears. Colours seems more lucid, more vivid and perhaps a shade too real. Objects carry stories, meaning present only to the young; names are attached, the world is ensouled. And…
On Time and Recording It
By: Vague Time. Ever present, pervasive and persuasive. It surrounds us, envelops us in a blanket of mortality. Constantly reminding us of our existence, reminding us of a future we may experience, things we should have done, things we shouldn’t have done. It is often viewed as an enemy; how am I going to…
Gypsy Curse
By: Alex As a child, or so goes the tale, I was held by a Gypsy. She was one of the old breed, those disappeared into story and memory. A twist of heather and some clothes pegs to be sold; paltry fare but essential. Essential also to avoid the curse, a few pennies once…
I remember when I was once still a child
By: Alex I would build a castle of safety every night; tucking the duvet tightly around me to prevent chill or worse. Tighter than a mummified corpse I’d lay, above me an array of teddy bears, stuffed behind the headboard, bent double were the two largest – Goldie and Brownie. They would genuflect a…
And One Day
By: Alex And one day I will be old. Grey, tattered; but full of memory. My hair threadbare, Soul deep and rich; As I see in your eyes. I wish to carry This age, this Experience, with your same dignity. And when I am worn thin, I will leave my mark, My influence, my…