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