A (wise) man of two faces
Musings, commentary, and the occasional parade of novelty.

Updates Monday - Friday

Fiction

What is fantasy?
Is it the little white lies
that still let us dream?


Non fiction

What’s reality?
Hard lines and cutting edges
and the scars they leave?


Hands

Dirt under his nails
Crisscrossed scars, old and faded
A man’s calluses.


The long, hard job

Sunrise to sunset,
I walk out that door and I
return when work’s done.


Labourer

Working on the lines,
it’s just another day of
working on the lines.


To the death

I have loved and lost,
and buried my heart so I
would not love again.


Tender

Take care whom you hold.
Unworthy arms will never
treat you with respect.


Close to our heart

The words that hurt most
come from the mouths of those whom
we most desire praise.


Mute

I am dumbfounded;
the words catch in my throat, and
they refuse to budge.


The catch

Just what should I say
to the people who’ve hurt me.
My words have failed me.


Morning malaise

Why did I think it
a good idea to stay
up past 3am?


Birthday suit

It was no surprise:
he came home caked and messy,
just like he was born.


Post-celebration

New flower feeling,
but deliveries have stopped,
and the roses browned.


First-time father

This little person
will be depending on me?
How will I ever…?


They throw the first stone,
trying to knock me down, but
I am the mountain.


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