Something Important

Today, she is told; today, she is surplus to requirements; no longer required in the gap between the squeeze to make a profit. Squished and squashed, until she can slip through the gap unscathed, she lands – plop – into a freshly-ploughed field. Fertilised, nourished and watered, she feels, for the first time, that sheContinue reading “Something Important”


Image courtesy of Days escalate towards my end. At the end, will I remember me? Is there a point? Am I less or more than my end? When did I start? Will my end be like my start? Forgotten? Will I be less than the point of me? Is less more? A start? CanContinue reading “Pointlessness”