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June 30, 2017

Chapter2 My Father Sofie, and the world I have come to see 


My father,  jeremeramighah Meeks was  considered as a  man of faith.  Which made him really, really scary. He stood stalwart, at 6 feet, three hands high, and had his thick wavy dark bead and hair  were trim...

June 10, 2017

My designaton is 366,my sentient life began at 27. rells past 27830. I flashed awake to see my space. The walls of my cube. Within the shell there is warmth as well as the need to exterminate; and that was all there existed... until I met 665.
            I don’t know...

June 9, 2017

One  The city, the Dream and Sofie,

The dream filled my childhood. There was this enormous and beautiful city – which was odd, because before it appeared in my mind I didn’t know what a city actually was. This city was vast, and stood along the skirt of a bay in front o...

May 14, 2017

The calls from a lunatic God
Scream from the poets page 
This - his mackerel brain- 
In blistering blasts 
Resonates out a switched refrain 
But leaves - in residue-
The flip flap from the leaf - a hiss-
That's newly green 
In this evolving spring. 

And amid this sacr...

May 14, 2017

 You- you know the story of, of the Odyssey? The book is a favourite o’ mine ever since I read it as a child. One o’ my favourite parts in the book, then an’ now, is the story of the Cyclops. You know, ‘ow, ow he’d poked that titan in the eye? “Oo’s done that?” bellows...

May 13, 2017

‘…The dream is a dark lagniappe. The crows are in flight. There are hundreds of them…hundreds of them…flying in a circle It’s early…early in the morning…or evening… I can’t be sure of which… the, the, cloud is touched with gold and steel. I see their three lobed eye...

May 9, 2017

The new beginnings of Timothy Braithwaite.  

Timothy Braithwaite stared out of the large oval window, towards the New London skyline. His violet eyes glittered mirthlessly, while he ran his right fingers in a welsh rag, through his thick black greasy hair; as a white su...

May 8, 2017

As Grandfather Atkins sat down, he clicked the switch on his chair. Slowly the seat slid back to a more comfortable position. Then he picked up the remote and turned on the wall screen. A moment later, his granddaughter, Isadora, quickly followed by the robot dog, tumb...

May 8, 2017

There were the four of us: my mother, full of conversation of summer and shadow; my father, tall, with iron black hair, parted to the right, on top of his handsome set features; silently knowing, yet hardly speaking. My sister, Laura, tall and austere, and myself, or “...

May 8, 2017

The Long room.
           For L. without whom…
            Cold Creek, New England 1984
           The loss of Innocence… hi...