Forests Speak Slow

(An excerpt from a forthcoming book) Ron looked up at the branches as they waved in the breeze. One thing he noticed was the slight differences in climate and temperature, the sense of a unique environment against the rest of the surrounding territory. It was cooler as they went further in, and beneath his bare … Continue reading Forests Speak Slow

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,

Autumnal colours

The chill bites Bristling with fur Grit in my eyes Sometimes the damp shine Of tears Ghosts of old wounds Healed and acute This is the path The mourning sun Kisses me and the wind whispers Through woods where monsters walk And I, in my time, have been one, Faithless and fated, The dog draws … Continue reading Autumnal colours

Autumnal colours

The chill bites Bristling with fur Grit in my eyes Sometimes the damp shine Of tears Ghosts of old wounds Healed and acute This is the path The mourning sun Kisses me and the wind whispers Through woods where monsters walk And I, in my time, have been one, Faithless and fated, The dog draws … Continue reading Autumnal colours

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

After The Crash

CRASH   (https://kicsterash.deviantart.com/art/Lightening-Storm-253909134)   Whoever had put this gig together had money, Kelly thought. The others were drinking champagne on the private jet, when they were used to rougher exits, with a suitcase full of missile guidance chips and a buyer waiting for them when they landed. First class tickets and new identities waiting to … Continue reading After The Crash