‘Go off, kill them, you know what they’ve done.’ J stared at himself in the reflection of a shop window, running the words through his head. He did know what they’d done and they did deserve to die. He’d said it himself enough times. Words though, just words. Easy to […]
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Fistfuls of sand making a delicate castle Collapsed fifty times before by nature’s tides, by human feet by my own shaky handed defects Through bad intent or noble indifference the walls crumbled just the same But now base materials mix with the sweat of effort moulding disparate grains into hasty […]
Amidst the crowd of millions stood one person. Ignored by those around them their anonymity cut deep. Not that the others weren’t equally blacked out within the mass, it was grey day after all. And they’d not gathered for each other, not as individuals at least. They’d simply come seeking the […]
Closed eyes avoiding the inescapable avoiding the endless fall of a cliff face crashing down to bright rivers bordered by currents to consume Feet on icy paths glare blinding in the sun and with open eyes the desire to run to fall and fly to waters deep a moment to […]
After much confusion, frustration and numerous attacks on technology I’ve finally got this site migrated to a new host. DylanOrchard.com is still the address to remember but if you had any pages from the old site bookmarked now would be the time to update them because they will nae work […]
The face in the mirror was that of a corpse, he could see that. Healthy enough at first glance, drawn perhaps, aged to every one of its fifty years with with the slow proliferation of wrinkles spreading from a heavy brow and grey hairs dominating a jaw which had once […]
I started writing poems I vented all my spleen I wrote all of my feelings I gave you all I’d seen I nailed down words in narrow verse, testament to my self I filled the screen with driven thoughts to aid my mental health I shared all of my heartache […]
Are you active or inert? They’d pared the greeting down to its bare bones. Perhaps to save time, time being at a premium in those days. But just as likely because no one wanted to hear the positives any more. They were a sensitive spot. ‘Are you good, well, happy, […]
Can you purge what is to be purged can the fabric be made clean or simply washed to hide corruption Can you empty the house and call it clear while the bricks still bleed dirt When the flood passes are the tide marks washed away or absorbed into the mortar […]
It was almost done. Although ‘almost’ could mean a lot. A year, ten, twenty – they could all be near the end. But it was certainly a long way from the start now. A long way from those initial taps of the hammer and the first few chips of stone […]