By: Alasdair Jude stepped into the foyer, the doorman closing the doors behind him. The difference in temperature was noticeable; he felt the air conditioned air sweep around him, removing any evidence of the high humidity of outside. As a reminder of that outside world he felt a bead of sweat run down his…
Category: ShiverWriggle Creates
The Drift
By: Patrick Calmness In a hectic world. The soft whisper Of slippers On the marble floor Is unrelenting. Twisted surgery scars, The creamy haze of stale cigars, A beer in a special glass, Splintered hearts In an ornamental vase. Step from scene to scene, Locked in that world for hours Until all that remains…
Leaves
By: Alex You drop, faded parchment, the tale of the year retold in your script Dry rustle, nutrient rich, next year’s growth relying on your Fall. Eternal story, cycles onward, green becomes brown, yellow, red. Colours abound, nature’s spectrum, your descendants await the Spring; Tightly packed, awaiting warmth, hard now but buds wait to softly unfurl….
It’s strange how people create whole worlds out of nothing
By: Patrick It’s strange how people create whole worlds out of nothing. Kids can turn plants and bushes into war zones; adults carve out intricate patterns from millions of haphazard dots in the night sky. Even I, never renowned for the flamboyance of my inner world, manage to do it once in a while….
Is this the end, or the beginning of true success?
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…
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…