Certificate 18

‘Okay, so I stayed to get some pictures, I admit that. But since then I really have wanted to help, I don’t like the fact that these girls are being kidnapped and murdered any more than you do.’

Dear Writer’s Block,

Tuesday 30th July 2002.

Tuesday 30th July 2002.

Lifting the dowdy grey net curtain, I peer through the window at our cracked concrete backyard. The uneven surface is puddled with dog piss and slimy with moss.

Divide and rule
P K Routray
“Divide and rule.”
the principle is very simple
to grab prosperity, pelf and power
luck, the dame fortune will shower
bringing people around you

He believed big-time in pay-back, an eye for an eye, but he wanted more than just an eye from this bitch, she was going to pay for what she’d done, with her life.

After breakfast we washed and dressed and made our way to spend the morning in the Bar Car and met some of

'Eagle looked up the cliff face, undaunted by its height. Firefly was less certain.'

'Shinsuriu looked down on the mewling babe. Somehow, she had expected more.'

Whatever happened to the
rugby player
who raped me?

Drinking himself in to orbit,
he failed to stuff his Chamois leather
in that often; he became
a comic story.

I'm in a hurry to make it to the job interview with all the documents I could find.
I get there and I'm seated in the seats behind, a tall and pretty woman.

Cracked maps knitted with moss,
the bark warm under tips.

Life on the famous estate.

An all too true fairy story.

Yesterday was mixed with pure emotion
I tackled my self with defence of motion
I arrived as innocent as I left but the door was left unopened

He gripped the half-open blouse and tore it apart to send the remaining buttons skittering around the cabin as he looked to see her white lace bra cradle her perfect breasts so well.

On Thursday morning I packed my suitcase for the trip and then as a result of an interesting few days I found myself in a rich vein of creativity,

Haiku written 15th May 2013 while enjoying coffee time at Burns Beach Cafe as the 'resident poet'.

Cherries pale yellow tinged with red
Colorful umbrella, mercurial spread
Mellowing veil hovers overhead
Hand staid until dark color, pungent odor wed