dreams – The Brokedown Pamphlet

GUEST POST – ‘SONG BIRDS’ by H C BROADWAY

Image by Christine Renney Listening to the most beautiful Song Birds I’ve ever heard Two suns shining on me When I hear their voices, My mind is free as if I Were riding in the sky Alongside my Song Birds The answer to my prayers Their voices lift me up From the Dark Abyss of Life Continue reading “GUEST POST – ‘SONG BIRDS’ by H C BROADWAY”

THE SWEEPSTAKES

THE CACTUS

DREAM OF A RIVER

Image by Christine Renney The flame in his chest Uncertain but unceasing Burning and beating A retreat A winding track The long way back Not breaking the surface The splash of his feet Sleepwalking along a water filled street Eyes wide to see all he has missed But waking not reaching the bridge

LOOKING DOWN

Image by Christine Renney He trawls through the city, as often as he is able. He carries the camera, although he hasn’t used it in months. It is a prop, camouflage. He lifts it to his face and, pressing his eye to the viewfinder, he gazes off to the side or up above. He pointsContinue reading “LOOKING DOWN”

GETTING OUT

Owen wanted to remember the time before he and Daniel had begun to talk about getting out. The period without that central theme disrupting their lives, but it was difficult not to dwell there, especially now. They had been young and of course it was inevitable that they had become obsessed with the world beyondContinue reading “GETTING OUT”

POINTS ON A SCALE

Image by Christine Renney He didn’t remember his dreams, couldn’t even be sure that he had any and this troubled him. It nagged at him, had done since childhood and it was an almost constant ache. Not dreaming hadn’t hindered him and he didn’t feel bereft – how could he miss or lose something thatContinue reading “POINTS ON A SCALE”

THE GIFT

The bird landed on the window ledge and began tapping with its beak against the glass. From inside the room I could hear but couldn’t see it. I moved closer and was strangely unperturbed by the fact that it was invisible. I was surprised, yes, but it was fleeting at best and I was muchContinue reading “THE GIFT”