Something Wild
Something Wild Between the Dancing and Dreaming
Category: Writing
CreatePlace Logan
The glow from the tv illuminated ten faces in shadowy light.
Babies Breath
A single droplet in an ocean of intakes and exhales.
A Breastfeeding Haiku
Hand burger breast
A Labour of Love
Then, after it all, I was handed her. A baby girl. This tiny, purple, squashed, perfect little alien.
Aspirations of a New Life
Perhaps during those early morning stints at the feeding mill I might manage to start churning out words as well as milk.
Freddie Monologues: Why?
I could see the memory written all over his face. The last time I had been here. Parol. I shudder. Glad that meeting hadn’t gone according to plan.
Freddie Monologues: Questions Without Answers
The room smells. It’s subtle, not strong or overpowering and not exactly unpleasant but there enough for it to be distracting.
Freddie Monologues: Overprotective
I grit my teeth. Try to look away. Try to focus on something else. Remind myself that I’m not supposed to be here. Remind myself how angry she’ll be if I intervene.
Freddie Monologues: Storms
Absently I reach for my pocket, toying with the letter there that’s no doubt beyond salvation, as wet as I got trying to change the tire.
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