Writing
My collection of writings PUBLISHED on www.medium.com
Boxing Day 2004
My eyes opened suddenly. I was fully awake, staring at the white side table and the book I had been reading the night before. I looked at the clock; dead on nine. I sat up, looked to my left out the window. The sun was fighting against the blinds, finding a few cracks here and there. I got out of bed, picked up my book and went to sit on the balcony.
I opened up to the page I had stopped at and settled in to read. Just as I got comfy I looked up and out to sea. It was a beautiful Boxing Day morning. A hot Christmas wasn’t something that I was used to, but I knew I could get used to it.
My eyes found the horizon and I stared, wondering why I had awoken so suddenly. I could feel my mind searching for an answer that was not there, but my instincts told me that it was to be found out there in the distance, where the water and sky touched…
Stand Off
Our faces were dusted with dirt from the days driving.
Dusty tracks are but cuts in an otherwise green landscape.
Miles passed us at varying speeds.
It was always the same.
Trapped and protected at the same time.
It has its price, we had agreed to it.
Preferring something to nothing: rationalising the absurd into normality— People’s best trait.
Ms. T
The last sip of coffee was less than lukewarm. It coated my tongue giving my breath a disguised sour note. My fingers slightly ached at the joints as I put down the heavy cup.
Why did this place insist on using such heavy cups?
Grumpy Love Poem
Fucking fuckety fuck bucket
I do love you
Right down from my head to the tip of my shoe
I am so grumpy but not with you…
The Guilty Wank
Occurs when you can’t decide what porn to watch or the porn you have been watching is just not working or you have watched too much recently and you just can’t cum…
Chemo Warrior
I am one of the lucky ones
I get to stand with the brave and the strong
With the man, who has done little wrong
With the women who sit without a twitch…