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The Boss

The Boss – We’ve all got a boss. Sometimes they just try to fit in but can’t shake off what earning their title has made them. 534 more words


Conversational Miss Herrings Part XXVII

Like rabies I am King of Illuminati vodka

And in the play-off semi-final it’s gormless between Rangers and Hibs

Hall of notes is 80s, innit’? 474 more words


730 Days. 

Before 2013, this date was of no importance to me.

Until that morning.

I had felt things become uneasy, uncomfortable.

Granted, we were already miles away, but my bed felt different. 218 more words


Studio Quandary (ekphrastic)


Not what I thought I’d paint this day
Not at all, the dizzying colors and
figures from last night’s dream

I tossed the covers… 97 more words


Saturday Mornings

It should be the little things
That keep us going
Like waking up to love
On a Saturday morning.



Weeping hearts rest heavily within tight chests

Aching listlessly for the warmth of a kind embrace.

A sun sets permanently among tiny prisons

Of flesh and hardened trails that once carried life.


Georgetown Blues

Waves crashing

Competing with the morning crows

Tries to fill the void

In a city covered and dusted by clouds and smoke

Hustling through everyday life… 56 more words