BLINK!

She watches him striding up the garden path moonlight blazing down on his every footstep, silver grey she steps from behind the curtain – at last! And watches him approach, both rigid with expectation. How long has it been? Does it matter? Now he is here, and she is right there! Her mouth moves to

Man With The Coiled Beard

He sits on a chair as old as time itself – a throne? could be. Surveying the world through liquorice eyes blinking away the visions of being caught between this world and the next. Blinking away a tear as the tragedy in all its grimness emerges a tarnished, disturbed earth Could be so perfect… Another

The Kiss

First there is a kiss – a spirit awkens after a long, long sleep a rose opens in celebration, plucked thereon for its beauty and eternal scent. The air stirs and whirls around the earth a heart opens joy springs forth eyes sparkle, vision crystal clear and beholds a new dawn. A spirit is set