How was your summer? August 13, 2015. A small fast cartoon about differences between species.

A Narcissist Writes Letters, To Himself. A Hopefully Formerly Depressed Human Vows To Practice Self-Approval. This glass at half capacity. Everyday life looks tragic and dull. Like watching a mime with no arms. Yet with a bit of healthy detachment. It can be beautiful, rich and quite often hilarious,. Like watching a mime with no arms. Where all the dancers,.

Like life was flowing out. And I could not breathe. You were no longer there. As I stood waiting alone. And they would not fall. No luck for me to grab. Till the waves washed away. Illusions, day by day. This entry was posted in Poetry. Pain of feeding the monster, weak.

Searching through the family albums. Sea stretching far, sun blazing down. You stand in the waves, oblivious to the world. All we see is the back of your head. Hair disheveled in the breeze, trousers rolled up. I smile, place you back in your sleeve. Just as once before with you,.

Poetry, occasional short prose and related musings. Saturday, 15 August 2015. Origins are not the only fruit. S fine Origins poetry workshop as part of Fareham Arts Festival. I was born into a house of golliwogs,. Of being dangled by one bony wrist,.

She cried when I met her. This man makes me smile, makes me think, makes me want to read, makes me want to write. His short tales are fabulous too, I recommend a visit! Find out m.