creative writing | MY TROUBLED MIND

By the seathe urge to screamdrains awaylike the tidefrom the rockpools. Of courseit will return againbut for now you can …

I knew it was wrong but the allure in the starling sky that spring evening was overpowering – the same …

Mother’s Day

You there swan-like, blonde, bowed at the neck knelt drawing in charcoal on the dusty garage floor with great swathes …

When all seems hopeless and the wind howls its lonely song and the ocean, once a friend, burns white each …

And here’s my old shirt, blue and green with busted holes two, three, no, four buttons blown away – bounced …

The leather brands the hands when you’re pleading with the reins atop a rush of boiling black your years thunder …

As the years drain away from all of us, poems too pass into the past. Sometimes you just have to …

Known not to rhyme every line but when handling mandarins he damages egos of show-boating masters toting silk-cut toking cloaked …

She felt like she was mourning over something, but she didn’t know what. She was gripped by a terrible nostalgia …

Whisky wheeze in England Sniffly nose and blackbags in England Twinkled rummy eyes in England Chainsaws carve up sad trees …

I’ll keep this sweet Because I’m sick of it myself, Of grabbing hands out asking And dithering musing public oozing …

High tide lapped six inches shy of the short pier that often docked boats (fishermen’s barnacled boats bringing mussels and …

I indicated left, and pulled over. The van came to a rumbling halt on the gravel side-road. When I killed …

Known by many as the Jack-of-Bandits with black hands like earthenware platters “In a jiffy” he’ll have it done, for half the …

Hey ho not paid again, Or paid for two days working ten But my books stack up higher higher Words …

“The owner wants us to destroy them, so smash them on the ground.” Jannis is holding one of three tiny …