I don't really know what this is but I thought I should write this down somewhere or talk about it. But for the first time in over a decade I went and had a coffee with my estrange father. It was Wednesday June 3rd 2020. The last time I had any real form of relationship … Continue reading Dad
“SHIVERING ARROW I found a lanky and rather weathered peregrine knight who was a master of this style and followed him for several days on his journey. We soon reached a kingdom in terrible repair, passing many burned out houses and hovels. My companion informed me it was ruled by a tyrant, who would levy … Continue reading – Manual of Hands and Feet
As I land on the first layer of the Pedestals, I rest my wings. I have returned here as God has summoned me to the Pools of Reflection above the third layer of the Pedestals. As I pass through towards the second layer the mortals who reside here bow their heads in respect but I … Continue reading Wingless
"Woah there!" I stop my step, holding my foot aloft in the air. Looking under my foot is a pumpkin, still connected to the vine. It spins in it's spot, turning to reveal a carved face. The mouth doesn't move but a voice lifts out of the void "Nearly stepped on me there Jack!". "I'm … Continue reading Field of Pumpkin
I missed World War II by five generations. 2018, 1998, 1978, 1958, 1938, 1918. Survival of the fittest ended in 1945. The Romans had peace for 206 years, from 27 BCE to 180AD. Pax Romania The Cold War was a meta war. The middle class is a placid grunt. Mankind has the power to destroy … Continue reading Pax Westonia 1945-2018
I sit up from my lying position. Gripping the side of my little row boat I look out at the endless seas. Sunless skies above the sunless seas, the black soup below the grey void above. Bobbing endless to the melancholy melody the waves enforce. Nothing to do. I lost a paddle long ago losing … Continue reading My Little Row Boat.
My back is damp with the soft morning dew and wet with my own blood, as my strength to hold my head up fades. Shots ring out all around me, rattling my skull. Each breath hurts my head, a harshness caused from the biochemical concoction used to drive us away from our land; each day … Continue reading These Past Years
Don't praise the day until it's night, don't praise your wife until she's buried, don't praise the sword till after the fight, nor your daughter till she's married , don't praise the ice until it's crossed, nor the ale until you're sloshed.
I wanted to note down a new recurring theme that has happened over the past few weeks. It is currently Tuesday 3/04/2018. The nightmare of waking up in your bed only to still be dreaming. The first time to note it is an unaccountable amount of time from today but I dreamt that I was … Continue reading Dream Diary Scribbles I