Flic Manning

She should have awoken that morning happy, maybe a little hung over. It was her birthday the night before and she had entertained many friends in her home. She had spent time with her family wh…

It plays out in my head like a movie
Fading in and fading out
The black of film blinking into colour

Somewhere in my mind’s eye
There you are moving slowly
Arms raised and death in your …

Growth is the stretch of the soul
taking the body beyond its means
causing the lungs to inflate
and let go of much needed air

Its painful in its beauty
the need to change and reform
a s…

It is difficult to say how it feels
To let go when I shouldn’t
To want to cry when I should be laughing
When I should be trying hard and I cannot

Something has stopped me in my tracks
Ev…

Years of apathy sigh from her mouth
Her limbs are tired and sore from boredom
She wishes to be free if only she knew what free was
The hinges in her mind creak as a door opens

In walks th…

I have lived a short life, but one that is filled to the brim with experience. Admittedly not all those experiences have created smiles or photographic snap shots of beauty. Many of my experien…

There was a change in the air. Maybe it was the sweet smell of cordite fumes still in his nostrils. Maybe it was the smooth surface from the gun against his fingertips. Whatever it was he felt …

If there was ever a moment to question
If there was ever a time to try
It should be now

If I gave you the chance to do over
would you take it without thinking
and fix every wrong you eve…

There it lay on the ground. The two pieces now separated by dust and debris from when it split in half. Little shattered fragments of what was once whole now telling the story of a very bad day…

Beautiful one moment
Dramatically tragic the next
A life that pirouettes out of control
Poised on one pointed toe

She gracefully slips from form
Bone cracking like her heart
She continu…

Being washed away one bottle at a time, sinking

Over the last three weeks it had become an amazing race of endurance and acting

I stood like a mechanical creature in the leafy park, watching her and waiting

It is how I found you, laying lost and limp

It’s like a broken record of colour and life

“Tony, you are being paranoid – now stop this nonsense” he called to himself out loud.

If a few have to die for my message to be heard then so be it.

This big, swollen thing that was now a part of him and would take such a long time to heal

Somehow there is one sense
Her hands embrace the cup

He had pulled his hand away and scurried from the grill seconds before. Now he was taking great joy out of watching her search for them.