"Ron discovers, then recovers"
Ronald Fairhurst drove home in a very sombre mood. He tried to cheer himself up and force a smile to appear on his face. He knew if he could smile then he would feel better. He had been driving aimlessly...
I cried again todayI do most days as I awakeQuestioning why I stayTethered unhappily to lifeTears and panic set inI struggle and thrash aboutTrying to quiet my mindI listen to the calming soundYour voice whispering the wordsCalming the inexplicable anxiety...
"Erotic fantasy etched between torrents of rain in a grassy valley. Darjeeling tea and cookies await."
To you who are sleeping on the train, unknown, untamed, unclaimed, untouched but by the pain that lingered on your sleeping lips as you sit by the window and the rain, to you I write these words so you may...
Your presence quelled what seemed to be an unstoppable storm last night, it's one of the many things you should know that I haven't thanked you enough for. I don't know where to even begin other than to tell you...
Whispered notes upon your shirtSpeaking of my touch Murmurs linger on the sheetsReminders of our lust Our passions of the night beforeTrace my name in air Your lips again pressed to my neckSo warm beneath my hairEach hint of scent...
I never cried for you. You knew me the best, the ache that always flared when I slept the wrong way, your soft hands would find it, body draped and spooned to mine as a living thermal blanket. You'd quietly...
Kyle and I had been dating a few months when we decided to go on our first vacation together. It wasn’t anything too extravagant or exotic, just a small coastal town in the south west of England. Prior to our...
The logical part of my mind has tried to understand youto no avail. You're an anomaly. (Not in a bad way) A star thatshines more brightly than the rest,or a wounded bird that hastaught itself to fly again. You're a puzzle,...
"Karen and Jemima. Together at last."
Jemima stepped forwards and slipped the crisp cotton over my shoulders and I let her lower it over my arms, moving only enough to allow the short sleeves to pass over my hands. She folded it carefully and lay it...
I can feel it, we cycle through endless power shifts. Like tectonic plates deep below the skin, commanding our bones, your tremors are slow at first. They are a warning, a silent parting that invites me inside, tilts our frail...
