Tales from the edge of the morning sky

Send us Fan Mail Most beautiful  of trees,  the cherry,  blossoms  beneath the silver skies  of day,  for the parkland paths  lead to springtime,  when March has turned  and April smiles,  kissing,  the brow of May. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback! p1964km@googlemail.com

Send us Fan Mail The Returning (home) Dedicated to RDK and AB The stars rippled  in the evening sky,  the late afternoon faded  into the crepuscular dust,  the footpath home  was lit by the afterglow  of a fading day,  “tonight,” he whispered to himself, “tonight, I’ll be home again,  for I’ve travelled far, from far away,” And so later,  as he lifted the latch  upon the familiar, the garden gate,...

Send us Fan Mail War (again) Church bells and birdsongs,  the chimes and cantatas  of a springtime morn,  above the moon,  below the sun,  the skies awaken,  to an opening dawn,  and not far from here,  on the edge of silence,  among the strangled dead,  the horror of war,  the earth is torn  from life, asunder  and life, love  and dreams are beliefs  and wings, no more. Feel free to contact me. B...

Send us Fan Mail Sails Morning sails, on waves of light  across the blue white seas  of opening skies,  as dawn stretches,  in infinities. For as night throws off  her stars of night,  that kindly serve she awakens,  and smiles  upon the deepening earth,  As looking deep  and longingly, into the beautiful spring,  she calls across the silence her peace, for now,  surely, her new life  -and hope wi...

Send us Fan Mail Her sister was still standing. She had stopped waving and instead, was looking at the wall of flames behind her… Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback! p1964km@googlemail.com

Send us Fan Mail When Heaven There are moments  of dawn and light  such as these,  peach blossom skies  the promise  of springs delight  upon the outstretched hands  of trees,  for a morning  such as this,  when the sun  kisses the earth,  all life is heaven,  and heaven upon earth,  is bliss. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topi...

Send us Fan Mail ‘She could feel her eyes penetrate into the depths of her purpose, even from that distance. They burned like two black discs of hate. She continued to look though, and reached down to her beach bag as she walked…’ Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback! p1964km@go...

Send us Fan Mail ‘Can you do mine too?’ He had seen her coming of course, nodded to her, and slowly completed the last few brushes and carefully, step for step, climbed down the ladder. ‘And what price do you offer?’ He replied gruffly, taking in her look of intention, her seductive sarcasm and the playful look of appraisal she gave his body. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audienc...

Send us Fan Mail And so it began. Their entwining of closeness and bodily fulfillment always, always he could feel a thrill, a sense of danger, a premonition of a kind that was immediately lost, submersed in the oceans of their tides and passions of ecstasy and exhaustion that would lead them both to death and murder. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can...

Send us Fan Mail The Locust Eaters They came  in thousands,  tens,  hundreds  and more,  and pressed  their metal teeth  against freedom,  against voices  lost in the empty wind,  forgotten prayers, and once-open doors,  for as their wings  pressed against  each other  in conquest,  invasion  and hate,  children  ran from their eyes  of media,  confusion,  anger,  and tore chunks  of books,  bible...

Send us Fan Mail Storm Passed No wind,  a sudden still,  silent calm  after the storm,  the moon is full  and rising,  the skies swept clear,  the earth open  and welcoming,  life again  to be born,  for there  an afterthought  of winds and trembling, as the trees beckon  to the blue  and morning skies,  a blossoming dawn,  greeting the ebb  and flow of empty sands  and tides,  and along the shore...

Send us Fan Mail Storm Anchored Anchored,  in the sinking strips  of silent sleeping  earth,  the fall of winter has long since passed,  chasing moonlit cries  the drowning sorrow of the moon  cries in silence left unheard turning last Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback! p1964...

Send us Fan Mail Storm Night Storm at night,  stars fallen down,  the landscapes been overturned,  forests and trees  wrestling the sky,  racing in the darkness, thrown to the ground,  there’s no sign, of the moon,  hidden in ragged edges  of the pressing skies,  the earth wretched  and naked  under the rage  of western eyes Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps y...

Send us Fan Mail Storm fever Through shredded clouds stretched in seas,  storm blown  behind the wind,  and the dashing constellations  of ragged winter skies,  the stars dip  and flounder,  trees spinning wildly,  tossing,  flailing  pummeled  by invisible hands of giants  their  madness blinded hidden,  behind moonlit  eyes  Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps...

Send us Fan Mail Walking Asleep It’s so quiet,  left alone in the awaiting dark,  dreams and memories, drifting like flakes  of a forgotten sky,  pictures long ago haunt the window,  reflections fading  in the fall of light,  only the moon  rising in a smile,  across the frost and whisper of evening stars,  listen for tonight,  listen for tonight, they whisper,  we’ll walk with you  after midnight...

Send us Fan Mail She had watched them both. Followed them. Called them secretly within her fractured heart.   Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback! p1964km@googlemail.com

Send us Fan Mail He turned and saw her stare. The keenness of her intent. Like flint.  Like stone.  She had decided.  Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback! p1964km@googlemail.com

Send us Fan Mail But one And let the stars,  open,  one,  by one, by one, pressing  between sailing clouds,  for it matters  to none,  For the streets  are now empty,  the roads going  nowhere,  the houses  bedraggled  along the hillside,  curtains shut,  doors closed,  the world, forgotten,  gone,  somewhere. But the moon he rises above  the valleys,  the windswept hills  and trees,  the pathways...

Send us Fan Mail In the black drizzle of pressing darkness,  the call to life,  another day,  a single bird  cries across  the dawning skies,  in silver light  and morning grey,  ‘wake up!’  she calls,  ‘wake up!’  and again, ‘Look, her smile begins!’ and beyond the edge of a passing night the sun stretches across her skies lifting light  and hope for another day Feel free to contact me. Be nice t...

Send us Fan Mail Storm in me Sky, wind,storm,  and sea,  the earth’s stopped spinning and everything’s turning, flying and I’m falling  like a stone,  further into me,  I need an anchor,  spinning around  and around,  losing my grip  from the lost and found,  my life in a tumble,  finding it hard to breathe,  the world has collapsed inward,  and I have to leave,  I’ve reached rock bottom, there’s...

Send us Fan Mail She didn’t care. She was remembering her, the one who had followed them both... Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback! p1964km@googlemail.com

Send us Fan Mail ‘Afterwards they would lie deliciously for long hours in the sun, long hours in the welcoming heat of sand, drinking in the perfume of each other laughing at the sand that was in all of their places they had explored with  their lovemaking…’at least,’she whispered out loud  to herself, clutching the jar tightly and staring at her hard reflection  in the window above the sink, ‘at...

Send us Fan Mail Storm A storm of stars  thrown from skies  in fists of light,  thunder against  the fractured  winter glass. For outside, through roars  of midnight, the jaws of darkness,  tear the truth  from clouds  asunder, And below, in the shattered  remnants, the moon remains hidden, blinded, by  the sudden,  hurried,  violent blast. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience...

Send us Fan Mail Crows  In the slow,  grey,  cold  of early morning,  in the unhurried  retreat,  from darkness,  invisible,  and crying,  across the metallic shield  of skies,  the crows fling aside  the shadows of morning  and bid the sun  in barks,  rise! rise! Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! A...

Send us Fan Mail A jar, a history, a story out of time. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback! p1964km@googlemail.com