Ill-Used
I’ve been ill-used, no other word will do;pristinely packaged, sanitised and newa month ago I stood upon displaytill someone paid to carry me away. Once home, he placed me in a cup whose rimwas chipped and whose interior was grim.Upon a shelf, inside his smallest room,I stayed, alone, to contemplate my doom. Next morning he…
The Empire Strikes Back
Let’s emulate Liberiawith measurements superior;once more we’ll weigh our cerealin ounce and pound imperial. And why not copy Myanmar -use p.s.i. and ditch the bar?Farewell to Celsius’s scale,let Fahrenheit’s degrees prevail. We’ll mimic, too, the USA,where inch and foot and yard hold sway.Re-join our ancient, fabled roots;swap forty-three for size nine boots. The metric system’s…
Emergence
I don’t want to stay here anymoreA groan of tedium, escapes my coreIn the distance, I see the lightBut it feels like I’m healing the blightAll this pain blocks my viewBut not even close to saying adieuEvery failure feels like a blowJust another reason for you to growShrug it off and stand up straight You will…
Dragonfly
On a misty Sunday morning, I walk in to my balcony, yawning and greeting the day with a coffee. I tune in to the week’s e sports telecast. While the teams are getting ready for the first map, I see a baby dragon fly roaming around. It has an olive-green tail with black spots. For some reason,…
Please Come Flying
An Invitation after Elizabeth Bishop From half a world away, across an inky ocean, on this fine evening,please come flying.The journey will be long, and the tips of your toeswill sag into the misty clouds, unsolid and hazy.You will forget who you are by the time you are halfway there.But you’ll hear the ocean lull…
Skeuomorph
I have no idea if this is true for other writers, but when I sit down to begin, I often start with a little ritual. First I light a candle, the lapsed Catholic in me recognizing the power of setting an intention. But mostly I do it because it smells nice, and the little flicker…
Foxman Origin
One day there is a dead fox in the road outside the school, all opened up, inside out. Yippee the lollipop lady brandishes her lollipop like a broadsword to keep us away but we crowd around, stopping the traffic. Someone dares Bruce Dunt to touch its splatted guts and he does, but then he uses…
Familial Issues
The Husband That fat pig! And then they would blame me for being on the booze every day. The old curved exotic body had gone away. If it wasn’t for other young chicks, I’d have died maybe. I like Tina. She is sexy, soft and mushy too. I know I shouldn’t do this but I’m…
Enticement
The fingers played gracefully on the keys. My eyes rolled following the clicks. Porcelain, long fingers, extended by vinous painted nails. The forefingers ornamented with bright henna. “Name?” Her voice pinched me. I gazed at her eyes. “Name?” She echoed. I told her while I peered at her grey eye pupil, circled by the darker…
Colours
A Race I’m always late! Green like her eyes … no, they are lighter: greyish a bit. I lost her as usual. The green still far. I push as hard as I can … my job opportunity also, I went 30 minutes behind my interview. It’s getting closer. I must win now. The next one…
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