Inspiration

What good can one do on a Saturday afternoon, sitting writing at the laptop? The better question is, what good I can do, period. Which leads me to ask, what good should I do, and what do I want to do?
I’m an instructional writer. That’s my career, not just my job. My job is just [...]

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The Book

Paul would write his thoughts down, each evening, in a battered blue hard cover note book. It was not the first, and extra sheets of writing were stuffed between the covers, taken from other books in other times and places. As books go it was not much to speak of, scruffy and untidy, pages stained [...]

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Sex

Sex
 
What do I know about sex?
 
Sex is not very erotic when you analyse it. Experience is everything.
 
Words about sex are not sexy, but sexy thoughts are.
 
Words about interesting things are empty, but interesting ideas are full.
 
Past:
 
She glanced as she undressed. In naked skin he saw his desires reflected.
 
She sighed as she undressed. In naked skin [...]

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Lizard Words – a Composition

Lizard Words
A Composition
 
The invigilator handed out the examination papers and dangerously blank booklets, walked teacher-briskly to the front of the classroom and began reading the examination rules almost from memory in a voice bored and threateningly cold, loaded with moral guidance, deriving a powerfully sexual pleasure from the effect on her students of the indifferent, [...]

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Unknown threat

Something I wrote a while ago…
Unknown threat
to escape from the past
hide from your fear
shy away from life
 
on the edge of being
waves wet your toes
days washing away
 
fear a life of sadness
mundane struggle
the unkown threat
 
*
 
in the right place now
the view clear
inside and out
 
flames shimmering within
life alight
a fuse ignited
 
stress and worry
the acids eating away
your happiness
 
fear a wind
eroding your [...]

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Some of my poems

brightsilentthought
 
Hot memories of bright silent thought,
with wings extended.
 
Bright memories of silent thought,
searching in slow shadows,
Suddenly the thing I sought
Becomes the searchlight turned on me.

 
Sketches on Enchantment
 
A memory of flight as a bird passed the garden wall.
What are words?
Memory – it conjures images of loss, age, nostalgia and regret
Flight – as when one flees, escaping with [...]

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Erin

(warning – may offend)
Erin danced around the room, feeling her responsibilities and the pressures of life dissolve into the promise of the coming holiday. A jasmine scent filled the room from the rambling creeper outside her open window.
For the first time in ages she felt happy. June exam results were still a month from being [...]

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