Monthly Archives: October 2017

ice man focus

Posted on October 29, 2017 by Lindsay Craik

my forgotten muscles go round, round, round the flashlight shines out and you’re on yer bike in the chilly evening under a cloudless sky press on, on, on, miles to go mantra in mind is a fake when I arrive, … Continue reading →

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fly the flag

Posted on October 28, 2017 by Lindsay Craik

want the icing on the cake right here, right now, delegate to kindred spirits, proliferate ties that binds us through our life with meaning over all this strife we can do at our own risk cutting at them quick and … Continue reading →

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Bridge Number Nine

Posted on October 27, 2017 by Lindsay Craik

  In the middle of the bridge, in the middle of the night, no sun shone on his despair. The Seine flowed steadily underneath as soldiers emerged from the Pont Neuf boat terminal. Leo waited and waited, but no one … Continue reading →

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ice man

Posted on October 22, 2017 by Lindsay Craik

I was hard as ice as I froze to see monsters of the deep now looking at me the red melted lolly was liquid at the folly of climbing up the wall not making the call so did it normally … Continue reading →

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