Matter

I slipped off the viewing platform, slid under the flimsy handrail fell down or forwards or up towards the black hole.I cursed flimsy safety measures but knew it was far too late. Wrong to think I was unique, I was just atoms, accelerating without friction towards an unknowable spiral nothing.One last view of the...

Hunted

With apologies to Emily Dickinson “Hope” is the memory of a dreamvanishing seconds after waking,already fragmenting, quickly forgottenas we methodically pack away our camp. Since we came to this former townthat thing with feathers has stalked us.Our every slight movement trackedas it circles around our frail bodies. Here, that thing perches above usimitating old...

Resolutions

I’ll finally tidy up this place and keep it neat. It’s too dark! Too many cobwebs and not enough flaming torches. I’ll stop leaving tomes half opened on the lectern. Need to keep my ingredients in order. I can never find salamander’s tails when I need them. Similarly, I will stop leaving half-finished potions...

Upfest

Houses have faded to grey. Colour slumbers. We drag our feet down monochrome streets, blinded by persistent monotony, unable to see the edge of the pavement or the bricks of the walls surrounding us. Corners are indistinct. We see only lead, tarmac and endless concrete, nothing more. Guided by gentle hands, faces emerge out...

#NaPoWriMo Day 30

Dice There’s no stopping the game. We are small plastic counters on a vast, overwhelming board. Of course we have some choices but are constrained by set paths. This game started years ago. Billions of players join and leave, all playing by their own rules, making them up as they go. Don’t complain about...

#NaPoWriMo Day 29

Astonishing Waking up first, listening to your breaths like small waves before the day floods in before we are swept along by waves of work, cleaning our living spaces, returning our library books, exploring and recycling, there is this one still moment where nothing moves, not even the clock. I lie in bed, surrounded...

#NaPoWriMo Day 28

Mountain Forever reaching for uncaring heavens, you stoic stone observer of our slight lives. Eternally unmovable, never changing. You will be worn down by indifferent winds, gouged by rains and constant cruel rivers, dismantled by small insects, rock by rock, until you are smooth and flat, another echoing grassland....

#NaPoWriMo Day 27

Dance At the start, a needle dropped in the darkness and all the nothing spun, starting up the groove. Quarks were the first to join, swaying to rhythm of a relaxed cha-cha-cha, joining together in new partnerships, forging protons, neutrons, even jitterbugging electrons, all whirling as one as the music got faster. Particles were...