This is why I haven’t put in my usual fortnightly post… The Football Whisperer, my second novel is almost here.
Go on, I know you’re curious to find out more…
She inhaled deeply, basking in his manly aroma. His large palms cocooned her hands. Staring deep into his eyes where the world around them no longer registered.
He leaned in closer and whispered the words, ‘my little blood-puddin!’
‘Huh?’ She blinked at him as if flushing out an eyelash. Continue reading “Whispered Wants”
‘It’s the perfect gift for that person who has everything.’
‘What is it?’
‘It’s a life clock with camouflaging wristband to suit all wardrobes that counts down the days left in your life. Unfortunately, we can’t guarantee the watch for a lifetime.’
‘Why not? Will the battery run out?’ Continue reading “Mundane Ways”
There is a suitcase of feelings forever shut and shoved beneath the bed
Lost in a field of forgotten flowers and unpicked whatnots
In a place where painted pines pause against the winds
Of bloodied brick-built walls that no one calls home
Its where cracked hearts echo through a stone cold canyon Continue reading “Suitcase Chains”
‘I’m so sorry,’ Bob whimpered, as tears trickled down his cheeks. ‘I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you. I’m sorry I always gave you the smallest serve of the meals. I’m sorry I gave you hottest beer first. I’m sorry I put the chilli in your toothpaste, on the toilet seat, and on the rim of your beer glass. Sorry, I diluted your rum with tea when I pinched your stash. Continue reading “I’m Sorry”
At the splendour of springtimes dawn,
like watching fragile meadow grass shift
his fingers stroked her sun-kissed skin.
Admiring the luxury of layers & subtlety in shading,
she was the rarity in the rising of an unearthed gem.
So scarce a find amongst a thorned forest Continue reading “Spring Symphony”