Monthly Archives: December 2009

Silence IX

Utter stillness. A silver spear drags a scar across the silent sky. In its wake follows sound, drowning the silence, for a time.

22 12 09

Why don’t the people we like automatically like the people we like?

Reincarnation CXVIII

When a wheel turns, if it turns again, would it be the same? The wheel might be the same, and even the turning, but the chances of the ground beneath being the same are slim.

Truth XI

Once, he had seen the void within himself. For some reason, it filled him with despair. He covered it over with distraction, never to be disturbed again. Such wasted opportunity.

Truth X

There was a cutting truth between them. Some sliver of understanding that saw through everything else. There was no hiding. There is no hiding in a mirror.

Treasure XVI

In 1982, he noted that butterflies like sweet items and that he had too much gooseberry jam. He was your age then. He went on holiday in June, possibly to Birmingham. He wrote strange sets of numbers in a jotter-cum-calendar. He may never have observed butterflies or had too much gooseberry jam. That may have been someone else. But these fragments are all that he left to pass on.

Truth VII

It is so close I can almost touch it. I  sense it, like a black object in a dark space. But it is dispersed by pursuit. Truth comes to us on its own terms

17 12 09

Do diseases mourn their hosts?

16 12 09

What is it about consumerism that makes so many confuse it with progress?

Eric Rides Again XVIII

Eric travelled through time on a long-range penny farthing. Kyle could not accompany him, as he was afraid of heights. He was, nonetheless, anxious to hear of Eric’s adventures and treasured above all else, a flea made entirely of stone that Eric had brought him once. It could, he noticed, reach the itches that other fleas could not reach.