The Wild Man In The Water

Once upon a time, Paul, brother of King Samuel and chancellor, sat on the throne, listening to the complaints and petitions of the people. He listened with care, asked questions to show his investment in the pain and passion of his people. Paul and Sam viewed nobility as a privilege, not a right. In hisContinue reading “The Wild Man In The Water”

Appointments To Weep(Men)

Our appointmentsMade in transitionFrom one place toAnotherSit with the fearShe’s losing interestAnd your novelty is somehowWearyingIt passesAnother arrivesGuilt and the soft prayersTo find the balance between cosmic justice and acknowledgementIf you could apologiseYou wouldYou didBut people seldom hearWhen they’re settingYour life ablaze,It passesAnother butLess as time goes onYou wish you couldUncoil before herAs you alwaysContinue reading “Appointments To Weep(Men)”

Remains from Ash Tales

My short story Remains will be available to read here fromFriday 15th. The link is here https://ashtales.com/stories/ My book Until She Sings is out now. Ebook: Until She Sings https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07XJRDND8/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_e9pLDbMJNZQ4E Paperback: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1692105566/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_4akEDb3FTWNKR My Mailing List for announcements and news with a free short story as a thank you. https://tinyletter.com/mbblissett

Caretaker

An amusement park Yet It’s always closed For renovation To him Who else has had the pleasure Of experiencing every single Diversion here? Lips frosted with pink sugar Taste but here, how he sweeps the floor, Tighten the bolts on the tracks, Pour soothing sawdust on sour puddles, And yes there is depth of valueContinue reading “Caretaker”

Kisses As prayers

Damp from the rain outside And dirt under my nails Hands shaking with fatigue And there you are Bare to me Excuse the rough way I look at you I’m elegant hunger Except sometimes the sight of you Overpowers me Take you and pin down This writhing hunger within Because I’m supposed to be aContinue reading “Kisses As prayers”

Hidden Victories

Those pockets of silence, Travel between them A pilgrim seeking holy places, Hands capable of violence Yet at rest against themselves When not at play on the territory of you, But you sleep, I grind, No one knows what it takes to be this, How each day, Is a battle with toothsome Loathsome devils, SomeContinue reading “Hidden Victories”

Small cup of quiet

Somewhere a bird sings And I’ve found a small cup of quiet Going to drink it Slow wake up call to my soul Pages written and now it’s not Affectation knowing it will walk a Path into the world Lover asleep Walk the dog Things to do Used to resent it But I’m working onContinue reading “Small cup of quiet”