Category Archives: Creative Fiction

7 July 2014 – Bookshops

A treasure trove of knowledge

can be found within these doors

where for sale sit many volumes

which speak volumes of truth.

How then can one seek

to redeem such wisdom

in a manner unredeemable

to the wise amongst us?

How is it that some

can bypass

these great vaults of beauty

deeming them unworthy

of any further glance?

Bookshops

are the repository of reason

and society’s release valve

from the cares and concerns

of our most stressful world.

2 July 2014 – 341

What is in a number?

A set of characters meant on defining abstraction?

What is in a set of numbers

That when brought together can mean

any number of bigger numbers.

Take 341 for example:

It is a number in the third positive century,

It is a set of numbers which combine 3, 4, and 1.

Yet, 3, 4, and 1 can also come out to mean 8

Or perhaps even 12.

Yet again they could mean -2.

All the same they could also mean 0.75

but that’s dividing meanings far to far.

So, what is the purpose of the number 341?

This past weekend it was important to me

In that that very number was on my shirt

as I walked in a 5K.

All the same, for others that number could mean

far less than the sentence

“My poppycock is indefatigable

unless when subjected

to contrafibularitous codswallop.”

So, what’s the purpose of 341,

a mathematician could tell you

but that would involve giving up

more time from your life,

so don’t risk the boredom

and make up a meaning for yourself.

 

29 June – 5 July: “Children in the Cat Bed”

Children in the Cat Bed

The teacher called her class to attention, as the kindergarteners looked up in awe at her. “Good morning, children!” she called out to them.

“Good morning, Miss Williams” they called back.

“Today, children, we are going to talk about roommates. Those of you with brothers and sisters no doubt will have roommates at some point or another.” Some in the class nodded in agreement. “So tell me, who here has a roommate?”

“I do!” shouted one child, a little brown-haired girl.

“Alright, Mary. Who is your roommate?”

“My brother!”

“Your brother and you share a room?”

“Yep! And one other too!”

“O, and who is that?”

“Our cat!”

The teacher laughed for a minute. “So, Mary, you and your brother Jack share a room?”

“Yes, that’s right. We sleep with our cat,” Mary said in a matter-of-fact manner.

“And what is the cat’s name?” the teacher asked, sitting on the edge of her desk.

“Her name is Kitty,” replied Mary to the giggles of her classmates.

“What a good name for a cat,” the teacher said. “So, you, Jack, and Kitty all share a bed. I do hope it is a big bed,” Miss Williams said, quieting the class.

Mary shook her head, “No, it’s the cat’s bed.”

Miss Williams stopped for a minute, puzzled at what she had just heard. “You, you sleep in the cat’s bed?”

“Yes, we say it’s the cat’s bed because the cat was there first,” Mary explained.

“Ah, well that’s nice of you. But it is a regular sized person’s bed,” Miss Williams asked for clarification.

“No, it’s the cat’s bed. It is small, round, and a perfect fit for Kitty,” Mary declared.

Miss Williams became troubled by this, “So, you don’t have your own bed in the house?”

“Not a people-sized bed, we have a cat bed!” Mary shouted.

“There is no need to shout, Mary,” Miss Williams declared.

“Sorry, Miss Williams,” Mary said, her face drooping a bit.

“No matter. I just hope that you and Jack aren’t allergic to cats,” Miss Williams said, her confusion showing.

“O, we are, but we wash our hands and faces every morning when we wake up,” Mary said.

“I see,” Miss Williams replied, wanting to move the conversation on to something else, “Well, children that was fun. Now then, let’s get on with some of your math.”

The children let out a wail en masse as Miss Williams began to draw some numbers onto their chalkboard.

After school was finished for the day, Mary returned home to find her little brother Jack waiting with her parents and grandparents. They had a nice dinner together, at which Mary and Jack entertained the adults with their usual antics. However, when it was just past eight o’clock, with the children and cat fast asleep in their bed upstairs, a knock rang out on the door.

“Who could that be?” Mother asked, as the adults sat about the front room watching the news. The knock rang out again. “I’ll go and see,” she said, standing and going to the front door.

Mother opened the door, peering outside into the winter night. There in front of her stood a younger woman. “Hello, are you Mrs Ingelbot?”asked the young woman.

“Yes, I am. Who are you?” Mrs Ingelbot replied.

“I’m Miss Williams, from Mary’s school. May I come in a minute?”

“O, certainly, Miss Williams, do come inside! It is quite cold out there tonight,” Mrs Ingelbot exclaimed.

“Yes, it is rather,” Miss Williams said, shivering as she crossed the threshold.

Mrs Ingelbot led Miss Williams into the front room, “Allow me to introduce my husband, John Ingelbot, my father-in-law Marmaduke Ingelobt, and my mother-in-law Leopoldiniana Ingelbot.”

“A pleasure to meet you all,” Miss Williams said with a smile.

“How can we help you, Miss Williams,” John asked.

“Well, today we were talking about roommates in class, and Mary said that she and your son Jack sleep in a cat bed. I just wanted to make certain that she wasn’t just telling a story.”

“Heavens no! They’re roommates!” Marmaduke cried, laughing at the thought of the children’s living situation as just a story.

“So, they do sleep in a cat bed?” Miss Williams said.

“Yes, they prefer it,” Leopoldiniana replied, a grin on her face.

“I have to see for myself,” Miss Williams replied, still not accepting what she was hearing.

“Well, go right ahead, they’re just up the stairs,” Mrs Ingelbot said, pointing towards the stairway.

Miss Williams looked up into the dark blackness of the upper floor of that house. Some sort of fear crept into her mind, making her unwilling to go up those stairs to see just how her student slept. On the other hand, her curiosity made it unthinkable to do anything other than mount the steps, one at a time. The creaking caught her off guard, causing her to sweat. At the third step from the bottom a loud creak sounded from the wood under her heels.

“Careful now, you mustn’t wake the kiddies!” called Marmaduke.

Miss Williams took that advice to heart, and made her way up the steps. Upon reaching the top she crossed the carpeted floor, following the sound of little breaths, in and out, in and out, in and out on the far side of the room. As she walked further from the light of the ground floor that shone up the stairway, she felt a sharp pain in her head, as thwack! it smacked into a rafter that held the roof of the house up. Stopping for a minute, Miss Williams rubbed her forehead, bending down low to avoid any other rafters. Finally, she saw the cat bed, sitting on a cabinet under a window in the celling.

Miss Williams approached the bed, ever so careful not to wake the children, or the cat. She at long last made it to where she could properly see the bed and its occupants, only to do a double take. “Where are the children?!” she thought, fear stricken as she beheld before her a cat bed with three small kittens fast asleep within.

She ran silently back out of the upper floor, and back down the stairs. Looking into the front room, she beheld two lions standing where John, and Marmaduke had just been with a lioness on the sofa where Leopoldinina had once sat. Only Mrs Ingelbot appeared to her in human form. She laughed as Miss Williams fled from that house, vowing to never step foot on that street again.

1 July 2014 – We are free

There is something special

about human nature.

It is an all absorbing granter

of the graces which we hold dear.

It is what sets us apart

in our unity as a species.

It is what gives us the hope

that tomorrow will be better than today.

And no matter what one person may say

to limit the freedom of anyone

of our brothers and sisters

those limitations are limited

compared to the power of nature.

No matter what may be said or done

I am free.

Hatred, fear, violence, wrath

these are all tools used to achieve goals.

But compared to compassion, kindness, sincerity

those tools are like useless rusty bits of metal.

No matter what may happen

to me, to you, to our friends

we are all free.

The final question is:

Are we brave enough to embrace that freedom?

30 June 2014 – Here, There, and Everywhere

Work continues

No matter where it may be.

Labouriously we wander

through an endless maze of infamy.

First one recipient then another

Followed by fifty more

Some in English, some in French

Some even in Hindi and Russian to be sure.

Work continues as life goes on

like ants we march on with this song.

Here, There, and Everywhere,

the work goes on.

25 June 2014 – Hearts and Spades

Have you ever wondered why

a spade is shaped like a heart?

Perhaps it is to make things easier

when one seeks to bury a heart in the ground.

Perhaps a spade is that shape

because some fellow couldn’t think of how

to fix the spade-head.

Perhaps a spade is shaped so

for the simple reason that that was how

it was intended to be shaped.

A heart and a spade

they are similar in nature:

each has among them thirteen parts.

24 June 2014 – Comedy in the Morning

There is a special providence in the dawn of a morning.

What is to come on that day is yet to be known

What has passed is beyond recollection

What is present is perpetual yawning.

Yet that yawning, no matter how contagious

may be mended with the providence found

in laughter, joy, and humour.

Comedy awakens the mind

enlivens the spirits, brings laughter to the heart.

Comedy wakes you up

So you can stand on mountains

so long as you don’t suffer from altitude sickness

and are actually in a mountainous place.

Comedy is what makes you think

It questions the world,

challenges the collective understanding

You’ll soon find an elephant of laughter in your pyjamas

and won’t want to spend much more time in them

as by that point they’ll be rather tight.

It will get you up, and ready for the day

awaken your mind and enliven your heart

which is a good thing as an un-enlivened heart is dead.

Best of all,

you can be sure you’ll have a good day after.

23 June 2014 – Humanity

I don’t care who you are

I don’t mind if you are conservative or liberal

nor if you are a communist or a fascist.

I don’t like that you might see this person or that person

as lesser than yourself

and am more saddened that your view of the world is so small.

Beyond all other possibilities we have seen

throughout history that narrow-mindness dies out

as it blinds the observer from pluarlity

and the ability to change when necessary.

I don’t care who you are

I don’t care what you think

I don’t care if you love me or hate me.

You could put the gun to my head

You could drag my name through the mud

You could desecrate all that I hold dear

and I would still have respect for you.

Why? How? Am I mad?

Perhaps to some I may seem unhinged.

My respect for you comes from something simple

derives from something beautiful

born from the sea-foam like Aphrodite

or out of the head of the divine like Athena.

It is sacrificial like Christ’s death

it seeks truth and wisdom like the Buddha

it sings out like the Adhan from the minaret.

It burns eternally like the fire of Zoroaster.

I respect you for one simple reason

I respect that name by which we are all called

I respect your humanity

Thus I respect you.

22 June 2014 – Sunday’s

The day of rest has come

the day of silent contemplation

mixed with the roar of F1 V6 turbos

and the odd restaurant visit for brunch or dinner.

The day of rest has come

happily we all sit back and enjoy what is left

of that marvellous institution devised

by our friends in the labour movement

that is called the weekend.

The day of rest has come

a day to spend time with family and friends

to not worry about the next day’s work

but only about this day’s leisure.

The day of rest has come

At long last, it is Sunday.

21 June 2014 – Kindness

Always be kind to others

no matter whom they may be to you.

Nothing matters – just be kind.

After all, wouldn’t you want the same for you?