No place, but here,

Stood savage yet gentle, Rooted, yet there is motion Come forward, Remove yourself from the mind The ceaseless quest of knowledge, Building defences against the unseen and insane, Within Without All the same, Place your palm Against the rough bark of My trunk Listen Shelter is here For you and your world of thought My … Continue reading No place, but here,

Elena, In The Woods

When Mrs Parris walked into my office with her nose upturned, I allowed her a measure of disdain to hide behind. The local police and FBI had failed to find her daughter, so here she was with an envelope of unmarked bills. She decided to stand, rather than sit down. The money leavened the insults … Continue reading Elena, In The Woods

Before The Sun Departs

'Now it's a race to breed before the sun departs.' David Attenborough, Frozen Planet   1. The roar of the wind drowned out everything but Drifting Snow felt Gift's paws crunch against the snow, and when she turned, he was there, leading her to where they would mate again. The sun was setting, but there … Continue reading Before The Sun Departs

A hope for peace

    https://marsiams.deviantart.com/art/Peace-450085417 The previous episode is here.     John made another pot of coffee and offered Kelly co-codamol. she looked at the small bottle with care, saw it was a few years old, the ink where his name was printed had faded to grey.   ' They don't mix well with my chemistry.' … Continue reading A hope for peace

Down By The Pier

https://shikoro.deviantart.com/art/Down-by-the-Pier-106775394   Jenny was wiping down the counter when she watched Shirley hobble to the end of the pier, a carrier bag of stale bread swinging from her left hand as she looked out at the sunset.   The burger bar was hot, uncomfortable work and she went home each day with a fresh burn … Continue reading Down By The Pier

A Conversation With The King of Life And Death

https://skitterphoto.com/photos/2025/i-wanna-bee-like-you   Once we fed on other insects, waging glorious and terrible wars to sustain our way of life. We lived, fought and died in blind, blunt cycles of violent sustenance. Our ancestors wore mid-tibial spurs, able to gouge lethal wounds in the flesh of our enemies with a single swipe. Now, I have scopal … Continue reading A Conversation With The King of Life And Death