scraps - notes - things that keep me awake at night
scraps - notes - things that keep me awake at night
The spring has sprung, and the huntress sets
her wicked toothed traps
The way he told me, he saw it as a kind of existentialist episode. “It’s like the left side of my brain’s taken over from the right side” he said, “… the sensible side.
Half an hour later, I was sat in her garden sipping tea, and preparing to tell her the rest of my story. She had convinced me that it was better to tell someone rather than keep everything inside.
After a winter of discontent, spring still chills.
A short, powerful looking white man in his late twenties sat on the park bench uncomfortably closely to Ellie.
without zephyrs, gossamers a dime, or one darn shard
nevertheless
we chose that special time to mix our magical elixirs,
Twitter comfort.
Bidding prayer for a close friend, travelling home for the first time in years, for a family bereavement.
If you had agreed to a guide dog, as your Ma and Pa in Coventry wanted you to do, you wouldn't have fallen onto the underground line would you James?
How my new novel, Searching, fifty shades of sight begins.
A fading dream
(On death anniversary of my child hood class mate, friend Sangram Mishra)
P K Routray
Sangram! Before a long painful year
three hundred sixty five dark nights earlier
Love sheds light upon the sun;
love makes the worlds beauty clear;
sorrow makes all dark and dun
but love sees flowers everywhere.
How loud it is, love’s music;
it’s deafening to our ears;
how strange then that it’s music
only we two can hear.
And oh how bright love’s lustre;
like a star in the sky
His little nose is so sweet
As I stoop down, I could just eat...
But of course, I don't, I just kiss lightly
Even though my close proximity he finds frightly
I bend and kiss his sweet wet nose
"There we were; two blind kids miles away from home.
I’ve always
loved women More to the point
I’ve always loved breasts Even as a small child in school, far too young
to know any better, I remember a certain