Writing Showcase
Explore a selection of thought-provoking articles, essays, and stories that inspire and engage.
Bear
My family often call me a bear.
Perhaps it’s my grumpy nature.
I’m known to roar if startled,
behave badly if woken abruptly.
Mansion of Joy
The world needs comedians,
comedians need people who laugh,
the comedians have Arlen.
A boy with a big laugh,
to fill a hall, a building, to fill the world
blue is blue
is there not enough glow
not enough bleeding heart?
not enough gold shows through?
blue is blue
blue is blue
sounds like the waiting room before an acid trip
A tremulous place of anticipation and dread,
suspicion the colours are changing, are they changing?
What is the sound of a silent train arriving?
Apparently, I’m to depart. I’ve been informed
I have a ticket. I seem to have forgotten
Pilgrim Pigeon meets God
Pilgrim Pigeon really wanted to see God. When he told other pigeons that was all he really wanted, they would look at him like he was deluded. “Look, God is all right for humans, but when is He there for pigeons?” they would ask.
This would perplex Pigeon. “Look around you, did you make this? Do you think humans (God bless their garbage) made this? Well, do you?” And the pigeons would say, “Yeah, yeah, go look for God you knucklehead, we got serious work to do.”
To forget
If you could forget anything about yourself, about your past, about how you think, would you?
I know I would. There are shameful things, fortunately not many, I’d like to forget.