Simon and Julia lay back in the raft and gazed up at the stars peeking through the smoky haze. Their hands intwined and their chests rose and fell in quick rhythmic cycles as their bodies tried to recover from the exertion of the recent chaos. ‘It all happened so fast’ Simon said as his breathing … Continue reading The Owl and the Pussycat
Magazine Haiku Publication!!
I've had my first magazine publication. It's in Flora Fiction Volume 2, Issue 2, Summer Edition! Whilst I love to write short stories, I've been writing haiku on and off for years. Please check out the magazine, which you can view online (I'm on page 77) I've had a few features in Flora Fiction already … Continue reading Magazine Haiku Publication!!
Clean Shaven
I’ve had a beard for twenty years. A russet autumnal waterfall of hair that cascaded down to my chest. There were shades of chestnut and rust, dark patches as deep and rich as coffee, mixed with highlights as light as caster sugar. It kept me warm in the winter and turned a wonderful blonde in the … Continue reading Clean Shaven
Haiku Challenge – 30th June 2021 (Final Haiku)
spiderweb flutters, from a rusted warning sign, still flies lay waiting
Haiku Challenge – 25th June 2021
eddies swirl up high, in the clouds a waterfall, raindrop hits my eye
Haiku Challenge – 24th June 2021
floating tendrils wait, for the storm of time to pass, as they replicate
Haiku Challenge – 23rd June 2021
crystal clear water, a snowflake drifts and settles, blind fish goes hungry.
Haiku Challenge – 22nd June 2021
beware crows that fly, between signs that mark the way, their compass is wrong.
Take Off
The Dyson sphere rotated slowly around the sun, causing a gradual movement of shadows on the white grass. B.O/B bent over the rusting canisters of lighter fluid that he’d lined up, and tentatively reached behind him to unlatch his refuelling chute. R.U.Fu5 stared at him and sighed. ‘We’ve discussed this before B.O/B. That function is … Continue reading Take Off
Haiku Challenge – 17th June 2021
stillness as wheel turns, spinning in open air, bike lays abandoned.
Minimal Prose 