STORIES AND DREAMS

love

The young lad wants to play hide and seek with his father. The father pulls himself away from his nest of t.v. and the booze long enough to count to one-hundred whilst his son hides. Finished counting, the father plugs himself back into the bottle and box. The boy hides in a wardrobe waiting.

Years pass and the boy waits hiding in the wardrobe; his mother who chanced upon him long ago feeds him through a crack in the back and home-educates him when she sees fit. She constantly tells her son that his father is still searching for him and therefore still loves him.

The father now an unpredictable chemical experiment smashes the boy’s mother on a regular basis. One night whilst the boy is asleep in the wardrobe, the mother takes it and moves their souls to another, safer home away from the father. She continues to feed her boy the lie about his father still searching for him as a reflection of the fathers love and commitment.

A few weeks later, the father discovers his son and wife’s absence which sends him into a rage. He calms himself by tightly closing his eyes and counting backwards from one-hundred before beginning his search for the two.

STORIES AND DREAMS

love

all my secrets were in garbage bags, and they were drifting toward the beach. i ran out into the surf grabbing at them, trying desperately to throw them back into the sea so they would drift out. people i knew were mingling on the beach.

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the crow

A crow approaches me and tells me that it will reveal secrets to me overtime. It tells me not to tell anyone about him. He hides in my stomach. I can feel his claws through my skin.

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magician

the old magician sits in his ruined magic shop, demolished to the ground, creepers and vines growing over bits of old wall and half ceilings. It is dark and he sits quiet and alone clutching his drink.

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walking

I walk through the park in autumn. For some reason, today I feel like I'm walking in the same spot as if I'm on a treadmill. Each step forward pulls everything towards my feet then churning it out behind me. I'm sucking in the trees the pavement the grass like its all on a mat and i'm just scuffing it. I turn my head to look behind me and see it all being churned out and pushed away.

tatoos

my old cat scratched my wrist. the scar is a tattoo to remind me forevermore of him. i broke my thumb boxing after a long term relationship. my nobbly thumb is a tattoo to remind me. the scar on my hand when i climbed a back fence reminds me of my dead friend who was there looking at my hand in awe as it was covered in blood. i'll never go to a tattooist. tattoos happen when they are supposed to happen.

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