C.C.

Shop until you drop. It is hard to feel at ease, walking through the shops that chew and spit out the residue of satisfied customers. Commodities have become harder to understand. Bottles of sauce and stacks of potatoes can become objects of passion. Displays are not something to swallow, or smear... Sign in to see full entry.

Smoke What a difference a pause from convention makes. It moves with a smoky tail of indifference. I would like to believe, it has one or two tricks up its sleeve. Hands rest; wrists begin to run away from white shoulders. Each position becomes softer and softer. My mind is filled with a macabre... Sign in to see full entry.

Smoke Touch There is a certain musing over possibilities. The opportunity would have driven sweet fire. The blaze would have remained as a source of comfort. Something forged between pale light and sadness allows that time to linger. An unbroken memory links the immense abyss. But it is only... Sign in to see full entry.

Advice on Screws Don’t ever get old my boy, or get the screws. I remember that advice better, now. It seems it is time for me to spread the news Or just warn others what it really means. You wonder will it be better to sleep in a chair and move around every hour or so. Or lie in a moderately... Sign in to see full entry.

Collectors. You buy them flowers and tell them that they are beautiful. And this is how they treat you. She stared in aghast; I was speaking my thoughts out loud. I could feel the squeak in her black tights. I thought of a seagull soaring through white clouds and penguins with white chests posturing... Sign in to see full entry.

Robot toy. Hello I am a robot please do not display emotion. I have no need for sunflower oil or suntan lotion. Do not rub my shoulder blades although I heard a creak. I feel sub human at the best of times, not that I seek any form of attention and the least of all sympathy. I am not programmed to... Sign in to see full entry.

06/05/10 Space ship. ‘May we look father?’ They were the seventh generation. Only the father survived the hundred years allotted to his children. In fact he was immortal; he lived in a tank of nutriment. His head, a mass of red and blue veins rested on a silver coloured raft. The lower part was... Sign in to see full entry.

The Carpenter I was moody so my great aunt said. Yes I thought she isn’t carrying the basket It was loaded with potatoes and a loaf of bread Fire lighters a cabbage and rations I forget exactly, but it was heavy and had to be carried first in one hand and then the other. It was a weekly ritual; it... Sign in to see full entry.

Mythical... The light is soft. Perhaps today we shall eat well. I crawl through the grass and smell the sweetness of the herd. I feel the hunger to savour meat fresh from the fire. My desire grows. My heart flutters like a bird. The large buck sniffs and the roes compete for favours. I have rubbed... Sign in to see full entry.

The kind tiger. I would like to be a tiger today, but I feel too lazy I don’t feel like stretching my sinews and spreading my claws. I feel more like lying on the grass and studying the daisies. I hear the rumble of my tummy and feel a couple of old scars.. I sink into the shadows of my mind and... Sign in to see full entry.