Talking to the wind
“To define me is to disrespect me, to manipulate me is to misdirect me. To deny me, is an insurrection. That is not love.” “To call you an anarchist is perhaps the correct term, although convention stipulates that you are very much an Archist. You do everything by the bloody book, you are courteous, […]
“To each his own.” She said. But she was already red in the face with exhaustion. Her lips were dry and, her throat rasping as though she had swallowed sand in her attempt to sate her contempt. Someone protested at her indignation, a waif of a lad not two stalls across, glaring at her with […]
Taking the slightly damp, stained paper napkin that had been sandwiched between his coffee cup and the plate-sized saucer beneath, he opened his book where his finger had been resting and appointed it to the position of replacement bookmark. Leaning his full weight on his feet he pushed the chair back upon which he’d been […]
The connection is lost…beep…beep…beep, CLUNK! If I said everything I needed to say I might not need to say it ever again, and that to me would be a loss. I have gained over the weeks a sense of composure that I had before lacked. The artifice of my stereotypical ambivalence has caged me into […]
I see you here and I’m counting the minutes, tick-tock, tick-tock. I know I’ve got you in the palm of my hand as always, but I never know which way you’re going to go. I want to talk to you about stuff, but I never know how to approach you without making it sound like I’m chatting […]
As I have picked up my pen again recently in an attempt to write fiction, I thought as I have reshuffled my blogs lately that I would begin posting my collection of Snapshot Stories originally published on IshaiyaFreshlySqueezed. I like these pieces of flash-fiction because they are often very spontaneous and require little editing. This […]
This is from a short story I’ve been writing recently. Exercising my fiction-writing limbs once again, and rather enjoying it. I’m not sure where this story is going just yet, but I see potential. I hope you take the time to read and enjoy, also let me know what you think. Thanks! M * […]
The red, white, and blue house stood naked in the sunlight. It had been abandoned for years, once home to a doting pair who had for some reason decided one day that they had to move as far away as they could possibly bear. The house, uncared for had begun to fall into disrepair, until […]
Originally posted on Raw, Naked Art:
http://youtu.be/1FtvF4k2QaQ It’s odd how a song can trigger a memory. They sweep in, unannounced, like that loud aunt who never gets invited but shows up anyway, bringing with her all of the energy in the room. This particular aunt brought with it the memory of my grandma’s funeral. To…
It’s been a while since I posted a Vlog, so I thought it was time I made another. This time I am reading one of my Snapshot Stories called ‘Desire’ recently posted on IshaiyaFreshlySqueezed. Some of you may have already read it, but now you have an opportunity to listen to me reading it as […]
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