OctPoWriMo Day Eleven

It’s a long way home from hill to hill push and pull for miles and minute long into this step I am, long into this. I would neither not or want if you could give me a first chance to change, to challenge the way I walk and where I’m …

OctPoWriMo Day Ten

I stayed for too long, not sure when it became staying over living. I stayed too long I’m not much for reality hidden in fiction, I rarely came out. I stayed too long. In a world steeped in my own misery I stayed for too long. Nowhere to go or …

OctPoWriMo – Day Nine

Sixty A Day Already so used to the smell of tobacco at six I barely notice it permeate every surface of her house every hair on her head, that always reminded me of Tina Turner. Tap, tap, tap, another butt in the tray, flick, flick, flame, another lit in her …

OctPoWriMo – Day Eight

It’s not something where you laugh about it later, or even saw it coming you know with ‘hindsight’ an’ all that. You should not have known and could not have known, surely. Surely not. I am in the midst of this a swirl of danger – of smoke and mist …