The X-mas Files

You just don’t get it. Everything was going perfectly, you were smelling like a rose, and now it’s all turned to shit. One second you’ve got fifty k being placed into your hands like you’ve just ordered something from McDonald’s, and now your best buddy’s got a bullet hole the size of your fist in his face, the cops are after you for the kill, and you’ve got to take…

May 30, 2014
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Seasons’ Whisperings

NOVEMBER “Buy me a coffee?” I can smell the man so strongly, I don’t even want to look at him. Let alone that any eye contact will most likely just encourage his inquisition. Instead I glance around at the others waiting to catch the transit. No help there. The schoolboy has found something intriguing about his shoelaces, and the woman is looking down the street, presumably looking for the bus.

May 30, 2014
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Dedication

I watched her, there in that room filled with strangers, the dim light and smoke filled air adding to the already pervading atmosphere of indecency. And I saw only beauty. Her movements held my attention so that little else mattered. For how long I do not know, only that every set she danced that night, I watched with rapt interest. It was as though she were straight from a fairy tale, the beautiful princess…

June 25, 1997
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Revelation

[Decay] It is all that surrounds me, and even myself which continues to deteriorate as time passes ever on.  Hour upon hour, though I have no means by which to count them, pass, and the stench of [Mildew] has long since become a constant to my senses. Reverberating echoes from the dripping [Water] are merely unconscious noises in my ears, the moans and cries of the tortured un-noticed. There is…

September 9, 1990
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Limbo

I can see them through the leaves, the dancers, their bodies thrashing wildly to the congas.  The burning fire throws their shadows twisting and jumping along the ground in an illuminated ring of red and yellow light.  I sit in the dark watching, my light being that of the full moon.  Tsetse flies buzz around me in the warm air, adding to the sounds of the jungle.  The congas continue,…

September 9, 1990
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