"Say your last prayer, Marge" Simeon said to me, his gun trained at my head. I looked across the table to Phillip, who was prepared to leave at all costs. I reached for my fork, sliced into my waffles, noting how it had gone from sickly sweet to cottony blandness, my tongue caressed its lover … Continue reading Waffles ( A Short Story)
It seemed like forever as I began to fall off the ship, feeling the joint weight of Grace and Diana drag me. I could hear the splashes that preceded me and the frantic beating of my heart in my chest, so I took a deep breath. I kept my eyes closed as I hurtled towards … Continue reading Sirens Descent
My head throbbed and I groaned, blinking rapidly to adjust to the light. Daytime, I've been out for so long. My thoughts immediately went to Grace and Diana, I forced my eyes open and squinted around for them, Grace was beside me, her eyes raised to the heavens. Diana too was awake, staring blinding in … Continue reading The Sirens Wail
It was stormy outside, the dark blue waves slammed repeatedly against the hull of the ship and we rocked with it like faithful lovers. I got up and waved the tiny vial of smelling salts under my nose, fighting off the saltiness flooding my mouth and the nauseous simmering in my belly. I looked over … Continue reading Sirens
In closing Might I ask If we meet sometime next year Shall we smile as friends Or shall we stumble Over memories and be confused?
He made it for Moses When the sheep raised their heads in Confusion at his stutter He made it for Miriam When she danced on dry land as A sign of liberation. He made it for Little David When Saul offered to make him the youngest lance corporal He made it for Goliath When he … Continue reading In the Beginning, God made Laughter 2
He made it for Adam When the winter came And the leaves started to wither He made it for Eve When her children asked Where their mum came from He made it for Methusaleh When the time came to blow out the candles of his birthday cake He made it for Noah's Wife When her … Continue reading In the Beginning, God Made Laughter
Before birth, I felt nothing. I knew nothing, I was produced, Miraculously in a small pocket of flesh that was part of me. I lived and yet was not born. I was dormant yet unawakened. I was safe inside my pocket of flesh. I knew nothing, I felt nothing and yet I was on the … Continue reading The Unborn Child