Harsh realities crash in And like bitter memories do They change us Maybe even remove Any sense of sensibility And we find ourselves In empty shopping malls Searching for toilet paper And pasta that isn’t wholegrain. Panicked and broken We return to our homes Switch on the radio or tv And listen to the latest news – How many have succumbed How many new cases When will toilet paper Be back on the shelves. Maybe some of us Reread Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings Or all of our Harry Potter novels While we snack on chocolate Left over from Christmas And drink tea Flavoured with honey And play board games And wonder if things Will ever be the same.
Across a Surreal landscape White defeats the green Black naked branches Reach towards low slung clouds As snow flurries lash Exposed skin on cheerful faces We shelter in each other’s warmth And conversations of sunshine Promoted by Wine, good gin and pizza.
With the suns arrival and the departure of the night My body stirs… It needs stuff. Tea, strong and white, Toast - blonde Eggs, over easy Painkillers by two Happy pill by one Stomach - there’s one for you too Eyes - cleared Skin - moisturised A walk - Knee strapped Cane - in hand Sunglasses - prescription grade, on Dog - ready Let's do this day.
A short story composed without the assistance of the humble letter ‘A’
I slowly pulled my fingers through the golden flower. Intrigued, I noticed droplets of liquid forming on my fingertips. I stuffed my fingers into my mouth. The sweetness flowed over my tongue.
If this is how to survive in the bush, I think I will be fine.
Things took unlikely turns from this point. “Try this” my instructor grunted. He gently pulled white worms from the split bowl of the tree. My bowels fired. I’m not going to keep this down.
It got progressively worse. Things with legs, things without legs, more with legs, forced upon me.
But I survived!
My pride in completing the course is only outweighed by this complete conviction – If I lose myself in the bush, I will only ever consume the flowers.
Peggy-Sue got married. Not last year, because we were dating then. It wasn’t this Spring either, we were still together, even then. So here is Summer and I’m at the beach, trying to put sunscreen on my back. Peggy-Sue got married yesterday.
summer burns along my spine
‘til death, do us part