Category Archives: Poem

Tumbling

You speak when you’ve not spoken

I rest upon your eyes

You can sense what most cannot feel

Until the walls come tumbling down

A Simple Blizzard

A piercing, white blizzard had arrived, and everything familiar had all but vanished.

That’s all Joel had noticed in 3 seconds of eye-lash laden observation, shortly before his body yanked him backwards; his deadweight dropping him to a soft land.

It seemed for a while yet, he should remain foetal.

The Last Moon on the Left (excerpt)

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The bizarre kettle-shaped spaceship, suddenly turns off its powerful engine of raging bubbles. Now, both young boys listen intensly, to the slow, muted, thud of footsteps… from the creepy bottom step… to the agonisingly close and creaky top step of the stairs.

But it’s soon after those footsteps stop, after the deathly silence they create, when something that sounds as light as a balloon, and travelling in the unnatural breeze of the night; bumps innocently light, then mysteriously heavier (again and again) onto the exposed floorboards of the landing.

Luke (the younger ) suddenly remembers that in the most recent past, he had found ‘the landing’ very confusing, because nothing that he was aware of… until now, had ever landed there.