Boris

We sit on  a train

staring into the abyss.

Is this action, really sane?

My fears, you dismiss.

The abyss, coming closer,

the end ever nearer.

You think you’re the composer

but that is a veneer.

You’re but a puppet

on a cut-price budget.

The Radio

I get back to the car. I sit in my driver’s seat. I don’t feel the urge to do anything else. I just sit there, in silence. I am not looking at anything in particular but everything in general, and it is all weighing on me. The humour of the last few minutes has deserted me, and I don’t want to laugh. I want to cry. I want to beat the steering wheel. I want to scream. I just sit there and don’t look at anything in particular but everything in general.Read More »

Capital Gains

Have you ever felt like you can just take a step, all your problems will disappear and they will never come back. It is hard to fight against taking that step when it feels so logical and the safest place to be. No more worries. No more sleepless nights. Read More »

The Dust

The dust. The dust lay thickly across the shelf. A snowfall of epic proportions across the contours of the shelf, taking on glacial properties. I trace my finger through the dust. It throws up fairies, dancing in the glinting light. An almost imperceptible breeze blowing them to their new kingdom.Read More »