The Idea-smithy

This is for Dee, the editor I’d like to have, who quite literally showed me the way.
~O~O~O~O~O~
Where do stories come from? she wondered. Her editor had told her that her writing had a quality of finesse in it. But, he said, the spark was missing. She wanted to protest, it had been such an effort [...]

Last night I was trying to sleep but a stupid mosquito kept buzzing in my ear. This despite the fact that the mosquito repellent is plugged in just above my head. WTF happened to MMR (Mosquito Mortality Rate…I kid you not)??!! So I switched on the light to swat it. Of course the bloody (and [...]

Did you ever hear the call of memory
that screeching wail of nostalgia
like tires on tar
and you couldn’t help looking back,
wondering if anybody died
and realising it wasn’t you?
Did you turn back to proceed
and gape at the unfamiliarity of now
the past and its accidents seem so much real
and feel yourself lose footing on the road of reality
while [...]

Red is the colour of lust
and trickling down her legs in testimony to her long wait
Red is the colour of anger
and caked up on the forehead of the offender
Red is the colour of frustration
and decorates his face in acne spots and soon-to-be pimples
Red is the colour of defiance
and flashing my fingernails to all those who [...]

The weather is sickening.
Outside the sun is scorching the earth
like something from the kitchens of a very bad cook..dark, smelly, sticky.
The sunlight on my face gives me a headache.
Inside, the fan is whipping a breeze across my face too fast.
Slower it offends my ears with its whirring.
I’m sick, going to throw up.
Food is a revolting [...]