Somewhere between words and the world, and a perpetually curious heart, life has unravelled and the wind carried me in so many different directions. It’s been the most beautiful adventure and it’s only just beginning – but it calls me to abandon some darlings.
So this is my blog’s swan song; that final breath before the end.
The exhibition can now be found and followed on Facebook (for more journalism and traveling tales), as well as on my Fine Art website (a bouquet of canvases and stained surfaces) … so pop across and let’s go on another adventure.
No matter how soft your step or tender your touch; no matter how kind your words or hard your helmet – you are marching into the depth and darkness of despair. You are going where the rain is red and wounds are washed by weeping widows. (more…)
The only thing darker than the writing was the ink used to print the words on the page.
The girl finished the chapter, closed the book and placed it on the bedside table.
She reached for the light switch. Click. The room was drenched in nothingness.
The book fell from the table and she flinched as the paperback hit the floor with a muffled thud. Burying herself in the blankets and squeezing her eyes shut, she tried to escape her writhing imagination. But shadows licked the walls and the darkness smelt of horror.
She sat up, switched the light back on and snatched the book from the floor.
With her index finger, she traced the cover of the shabby paperback and quietly chanted to herself.
Stephen King. Stephen King. King Stephen. The Dark King.
She opened the book again – but it had changed. It was blank. There were no words or printed stains. The dark marks were not there.
Once upon a time, when the day was still and the lonely sun hung quietly in the sky, I stole away to the old book section of the local library. I wanted to desert the world for a place where books lined the walls, were piled in corners and covered patches of the floor. (more…)
Glorious was the air, and bowed were the flowers’ heads. Malaika wandered towards the end of the porch, soothing dancing bells with a gentle hand as she went along her way. Despite her serene nature, her scent hurried ahead and filled the stranger’s mind with hope and fear. (more…)