Soul-less. He can always spot them. As if there were some sort of magnetic attraction. Magnets work both ways. They attract – and are attracted to – the item. He wondered which was the magnet – he or them? They have a particular way of walking, way of holding themselves. Unwanted? Defiant? He searched for a word that best described them. Unwanted, unsure and defiant. They wander late at night, collecting others like them as they go. Immediately, they become prey. That’s how h

Soul food Soul music Good for the soul Soul mates It was a friendship that stretched across decades – from year 3 to the present. He declared his love for her at the age of 14 and they had a brief physical relationship until one night it occurred to her that she just kissed her brother. The thought made her want to puke! Her actual brother was cruel and couldn’t be confided in. She said out loud I can’t do this. I just want us to be friends. Reluctantly he agreed, but eve

Energy cannot be created or destroyed – they say. To casual observation, this seems like a blatant lie. Energy-destroying factors multiply like bacteria, eating motion, volition, ambition, gumption, and any number of desirable ‘itions’. Supposing the physicists are correct, this begs the question – where is that energy going? If it can only be transformed, not destroyed, what is being energised as languidity increases on the other end? Does the traffic light glow bright

He looked deeply into her eyes and saw nothing. No glimmer of intelligence nor spark of hope. Just dull black unblinking staring back. Not shuffling nor shifting, just deep wells of jet. Unmoving. Her tail was still, limp, non-engaged. She didn’t shuffle nor move; just a large pure-black wall of muscle, legs locked. “It’s OK girl. You are safe. It’s OK, don’t be afraid” as a long low guttural menace welled through slobbering, parted lips. Not showing teeth but oo

The marriage had been short. But deadly. She stood there looking at the bodies. Blank eyes looked at her. Why had they done this? The woman had a gunshot wound to her stomach. Her face was in pain. How dramatic. What an end to a life that had no hope, no support, no help, no soul. It was just a life, in constant emotional pain. The torment she endured in the marriage followed her into death. Soul-less eyes stared… No cried out in pain. Pain from the physical pain, but pain fr

Some like it hot Some like it cold Some like it in the pot And nine days old. I’m not sure to what the above refers. May be breakfast May be lunch May be porridge May be tea May be coffee How does this relate to ‘soul’? I’m not sure, but we can all make our own assumption And ‘save my soul’! Thank you