 | Michael Wray February 17, 2024 |
The Fire Next Time
Broken sky, torn blue. No hail of comets but the dinosaurs shall fall again. You and I, friend, shall fall. Again the world shall shake and heave, the sea all stained and muddy will cast up its dead and the once seamless firmament will tear its stitches. Uproot the trees and rend the Earth yet nature…
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| Michael Wray June 23, 2022 |
Green Turns to Brown
Watching aspirations blow away upon breezes of despair and I can’t help wondering where all the time went. Once I was young and the days stretched before me like the proverbial gold paved highway of opportunity. Yet the seconds ticked away and were carelessly spent. The days added up into years until… One day I awoke in fear,…
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| Michael Wray November 4, 2021 |
Wrong Voltage
These American plugs don’t fit European sockets – you need an adaptor to charge your phone or your electric razor. And even then, the current runs a bit hot on the other side of the pond. Well, people are just like those razors and phones: they try to adapt but it’s rarely a perfect fit. The current runs…
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| Michael Wray June 28, 2021 |
My Pillbox
My pillbox reminds me of every day of the week. Monday to Sunday, week after week, month after month, year after year. Monday to Sunday, week after week, month after month, year after year. Monday to Sunday, week after week… I think you get my point. I get up and take my medication. Sometimes on an empty…