“Nice Tea Dear” with thanks to Dylan Thomas

“Nice Tea Dear” with thanks to Dylan Thomas

She climbs gingerly out of bed. Feet touching the scruffy mat. Standing she shakes the last of sleep from her head and moves to feel the state of her body. ah.. not too much pain today. The bruises are there but nothing seems broken. Tiptoeing so as not to wake him...
Crab Soup Dumplings

Crab Soup Dumplings

“Crab soup dumplings .. mmm” she said as she perused the strange menu. ” Is that really what we are going to choose.. well why not. after all if you don’t try stuff how are you to know if you will like it.” They were seated at the small...
Metaphor – with Message

Metaphor – with Message

Out of Darkness comes the light… He was galloping like a bat out of hell. Who knows what demons were behind him but he couldnt stop. The momentum started and propelled him into the future faster than a speeding bullet. Suddenly from 2017 he landed in 2132. Oh my...
The Refugee Mother

The Refugee Mother

I wake to another day of anguish. Not knowing where my child is. The last touch of her fingers on mine as her grip slipped away from me off the side of the boat. Too crowded to manage to leap after her – the last I saw of her little red jacket being borne away...

The Ghosts With No Eyes

(an offering to our Writer’s Group – a short fiction and poem) Light silvery rain drifted down, glittering in the bright light of the harvest moon. The black bird swooped in for the kill.  Grabbing in its talons the small mouse who tried to scuttle off...