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Author Archives: Lindsay Craik
Come light my fire
Fire! Fire! My head screams and screams Nothing happens No rescue team is coming to my aid Thinking quickly Fire! Fire! My head screams again Still no one comes Something is wrong inside my head? Storming through the processes My … Continue reading
white out
his wild work attacks as the north wind’s masonry mounts stone by stone over the hidden thorn at the garden’s end all friends are shut out as snow covers all making us again isolated from the day’s toils a time … Continue reading
The Now
Living from a past to whatever comesthe definite to may be, or to may notThe scene changing with the timeit’s eddies and flowstaking us to new feelingsan expression, a stance, a dependencyall that change, all anticipating the way aheadBeing now … Continue reading
Dressed to Kill
Still night chilled the waiting figure as her lips pulled again on a cigarette. Shivering in the moon lit bus shelter; her mind was focused only on getting away. Away from the drudgery; the endless repetition of work’ the dreary … Continue reading
