A Still Picture of War

Mankind has always sought to kill often not for the thrill. Fight over a mammoth for meat, In the beginning, just to stay on our feet. But Man wanted more to feel complete.   Early evidence states that spears were the first weapon we picked up those tentative beginning years. Animals were wild, pick up…

Scaffolding Poem : thoughts on procrastination

Thoughts on the poem “Consolations after an affair” by James Tate My impulses whisper to each other: they plan something for the week, no doubt devious plots to distract me. I have plans on my mind and ideas who think they are still going to happen. They know nothing of computer games and TV-series. For…

The Shadows – Flash Fiction

Flickers from the TV flashed across empty eyes of the man in the rocking chair. He had felt trapped in the overgrown room, until the day the flies finally settled down. He saw himself sitting there, nothing but a husk. It blurred before him, and he glided through the chair and found firm ground in…

Judge Yourself in the Mirror : Vilanelle

Judge yourself in the mirror, she talked to a boy from long ago. Measure your worth and every error.   She prays someone will deliver, on the promise of youth and tomorrow. Judge yourself in the mirror.   She tips and toes to see clearer, she has aged: tears in her eyes, tears in time…

Sestina – Nunchuks and Nuns

Distance is hard, we’re both together and alone with thoughts about what’s over there out in the horizon, apart making bucks. Fun. Sucks. Nunchuks.   Bucks easily spent. Nunchuks, and beers – it hit hard when money was far apart, at least I’m home: we’re together slightly distracted, my mind over there on a future…

On the day of election

The tires screeched on the car as the Donald made a sharp turn down Hollywood Boulevard. He grabbed his gun from the glove compartment and handed it to Peter next to him. “Start shooting you fool!” “What, are you nuts?! I can’t fire that thing.” Bullets flew through the windscreen of the car, and Peter…

The Burial

They would do anything for their chieftains, even in death. Nothing was good enough for their chieftains, neither in life, nor in death. When Sigrid heard that her master had died, she made sure she was the first to volunteer to join him in the afterlife. She would see him off to Valhalla and perhaps…