All About Fire - (no photos of the sun, please unless its a shot to do with bushfires they will be rejected).

… No sound to break the silence

I suspect this little gem is largely unknown. Canberra Fire Museum has an impressive collection. Something for everyone no matter whether you’re an adult, a kid, a fire fighter, a fan or a tourist.

We cannot revisit our past to change those things that haunt our conscience in the present. We can however consider the outcomes from these same events to help inform the choices we make in the futur…

Does it feel good, honey?
Does it
make your lady wood
feel funny?

I’m so mad, I’m sh-shaking

This power that you’ve taken so easily

Like a strand of red
Red thread
Tie it round my wris…

I see you standing there
and delicately brushing your hair
in that silky red bathrobe.

I stare
try not to care
but notice.

I see him
from lights dim
come out to the terrace.

He holds your soul
inside his h…

Within the frame of their forbidden ramblings
she made reference to the inappropriateness of another.

[activated the frame of the lovers’ inappropriateness
with a single swipe of her matchstick finger]…

After the flames, life somehow goes on . . .

Could Eva ever look at the world through unfogged eyes, or be free from life’s hurts? Or would the fibers of all her failures and wounds bind her within her own personal shell of hell forever?

My stories are true to the best of my memory – it’s not my fault the average person has lost touch with his or her own imagination.

Life’s destructive forces: they surface through the meddling of others, the resurfacing of the things we bury, and the passions of our hearts and minds.

He was dead, alright.
I should know: I killed him.
Then rejoiced that it was finally over.
Yet
he always came back for more.

That smirk of his
ignited my fury; fanned my flame.
“You’re dead,” I said.

“L…

It is Yummy
More Please!

Inspired by good note taking.

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my bed smells of gasoline
she stares at me like a fiend
with bloodshot eyes
her violent voice cries:

I give up
had enough
so much, so gone
good bye, so long

she lights the match and throws it down
the flame…

What The!

an ember
an ash
a fire gone
too fast.

burning up
had enough
smothered
covered.

the fire burns for the last time.