#CREATIVE

Liberation

“Your father died.” The voice in his head enunciated each word with no emotion. For days on end the voice would drone on, as if he needed more reminding ... Read More...

Dark Waters

In the deep darkness of the water I drown, all my mental faculties escaping. There was no fight left in my cells. Water filling every curve. I let the water tak... Read More...

Pavement

  I should have jumped. Really, I should have. The crashing waves sang a song of becoming, the thunder told me goodbye, the lighting said everything ... Read More...

Dog and Dirt

I walk down to the white shed at the back. Dad wants the mattock; there are too many rocks in our soil; it makes digging difficult. A couple of years ago, when ... Read More...

Psychosis

“Isn’t it wonderful, the sound of your shoes clicking against the cobble street? Ha, just wonderful. Careful here, as you climb these steps, I don’t want ... Read More...

Synthesis

  “When the fox hears the rabbit scream, he comes running. But not to help.” Mizumono casts shadows upon the walls, as you stand there, half in ... Read More...

Homeostasis

It should only take 10 minutes. Nothing, really. You’ve walked that street a million times, yet today the same walk feels like an hour. Cars pass, people bust... Read More...