A voice exits sleep: "I had a bunch of flowers" I dreamed something else.

The candle store scents, They will last longer than life, if you're not careful.

‘You’re a bright spark’ he said nastily. ‘Am I?’ I said proudly ‘Dont be smart with me Missy!’ ‘But my name is Jodie, not Missy and I can’t help being smart.’ ‘I’VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU! How dare you question me and come up with ideas in front of the other people in the meeting.’ ‘But actually, you asked if anyone had any other ideas…and I did.’ ‘THAT WASN’T A QUESTION FOR PEOPLE TO ANSWER’ ‘Oh so it was rhetorical.’ ‘NO you idiot, it was just a question you ask but you don’t ne

Spider's cathedral: Rainbows unbent shaping light, Sparkled stigmata.

I’m staring out from my hidey hole. Leaves protect me. They can’t see me. Those great big fat black and white things. Munching non-stop on the leaves. My God there’ll be none left. No wonder they are soooo fat.   I look at the leaves hiding me. There are so many of them. I can’t believe they haven’t headed over to them and discovered me.   I look longingly at the leaves that are hiding me. I’ve eaten all the others around me. Time to start on these ones. It doesn’t matter if

‘I’ve tried to tell him’   ‘And what does he say?’   ‘He keeps telling me “In his experience”, if I hear that once more I’m going to stab him with my pencil in true John Wick fashion. He’s an idiot. I don’t trust him. Something is just not quite right.’   ‘Hmm I know what you mean. It’s as if he’s playing a part and saying sentences that he doesn’t understand or if he does he’s certainly not going to deliver on, but they sound impressive.’   ‘Yep, agree. He’s a Hollowman and

Exasperating, exacerbating milieu, tripping down or up.

I’m five years old and I know what I want. I want to be a ballerina. I love watching it on telly, twirling and jumping and looking ever...

I’ve been asked if I wanted some Kefir. I knew what it was, but I had no idea that you actually grew the stuff. I picked up my jar of...

Too late, You’re always late, Its late, I’m late, Too late…again.   Lateness is only as good as someone else’s ‘on timeness’. If they...

Nina drove along the road and could see her old teacher who made her life miserable. She was so nasty that she made children wee their...

My name means spring, and my name day is in March. It all makes sense in the northern hemisphere. My partner celebrates it on Sept 1 st , assigning an antipodean valence with cheerful disregard for tradition. Whatever the date, it always falls on pressure washing season.

Spring finds the fulcrum. The leaves fall upward and gift; flowers, freshest fruit.

"What's that step?" the Macedonian grandmother halted the dance.  Eyes pivoted, but gently. They all hoped to be dancing at her age. She...

Coolness over body.  Family, friends glide through the gentle water of Bay.   Faster, slower, up, down.  Flow along beautiful, soft, gentle, ultra-sensor currents.  Sonics through azure, guide to fishies, especially soft little ones.  Love little ones.  Fun sneaking up on and nudging schnapper or two by tail tips.  Scares shyte out of them.  They wobble, spin trying to not be devoured.  I do ‘cause I can, makes me giggle, blow out bubbles of joy.   Boat people come look. They