CAPTIVE ASHES

  She is blithe in Fantasia now, not a care in the world. Be it of legend or of history, the word of the vanquished yields legitimate evidence, a reflection of what once was. She turned the door handle yet found it locked. Thankfully, I knew where the key was kept.  Not that that was … More CAPTIVE ASHES

EMPTIER THAN BEFORE

Delighted slaughterers gifted nurtured knaves absurd devotional mimics the black, black void your cage now you are emptier than before your whys’ and wherefores’ inexpiable Aujourd’hui la ville de l’amour pleure Demain est un autre jour La liberté est morte Vive la liberté

SHE WAS PLAYING ‘LA MARSEILLAISE’ ON A PENNY WHISTLE

I met her but the once stumbled across her busking or begging I never was quite sure which sat cross-legged upon the pavement outside a charity shop in the High Street dressed in a tapestry of sewn together off-cuts of ‘this and that’ a hippie hat also playing La Marseillaise on the penny whistle if … More SHE WAS PLAYING ‘LA MARSEILLAISE’ ON A PENNY WHISTLE