They're getting closer Crossed distances together There's something to know. The ground is open It was opened for her space But for others, too. Unforeseen forces The gravity had pulled her They were enjoying. The uncertainties She realized halfway down To crash or be caught? Will she crash in pain Falling in full speed below Or be caught safely? She is falling fast Faster than the speed of light She has to be saved. Velo...
Crash! A cup hits the floor. Dregs of tea dashed across the tiled floor, the chaos momentarily organised by the gaps between the tiles. The rough semblance of order was maintained for a short while, and then chaos reigned as tea pooled over into the white square spaces once more. I was sure I put it on the edge of the bath securely? I had done it a thousand times before, same place, just at the corner by the shampoo. The...
For the first ten years of my life, I lived in a Sears and Roebuck ‘mail order’ frame house built by my grandfather, a carpenter who died before I was born. While I was but a wee, callow youth, maybe three, my father took it upon himself to put a new ceiling in the middle bedroom of this house. When the project was finished, he posed his lovely wife and snot-nosed son on the carefully made-up bed under the new ceiling and...
