Friday 27 May 2011

Tornado

Standing naked before the storm
I could only stare at
the jumble that once been people's lives
and grin helplessly.

Death was quick.

Sunday 24 April 2011

Place

always
back in dreams
home

Sunday 20 March 2011

Microfiction on Freedom

Alone,
except for a river,
A river that led North.
Wade in the river.
Freedom,
her Soul cried.

Monday 24 January 2011

Microfiction

Home was just
the stretch of a hand away.
All she had to do
was trust that
she could walk on water.
Water turned to mist.

Thursday 20 January 2011

Carnival

Dancing horses,
spinning tops.
I lost myself
in the carnival
and found my childhood.
Again.

Monday 10 January 2011

Microfiction

Things that are ugly
are not always so.
Things that are dark
are not always evil.
And a life that is gentle?
The beast embraced the beauty.