Deep down

You would follow the sound of my voice.

Hey, how was your day?

You are in a field of swaying grass.

Just the usual, nothing new or exciting. How was yours?

The colour of fresh green caresses your skin.

Pretty much the same. Listen. I know this might be a wrong time but I have been meaning to ask this . . . Is there someone else in your life?

Bathed in the soft sunlight, you open your eyes and there is a lake in front of you.

Please. Say something. Just say that it’s a figment of my imagination. That we have been married far too long and this mundanity is . . . I don’t know. Just natural!

Look at that stone by its embankment. You are that stone.

It’s not. I didn’t know how to say it. But I can’t lie anymore. I met her on a flight.

Can you feel yourself basking in the warmth of the sun.

And she makes me want things and do stuff I never had or did before. Never even believed I could have.

Now you would enter the lake with me. Feel the water enveloping you.

Somehow she makes me feel excited about life itself.

And there is nothing in the world other than the coolness of water all around you. No sound, except the deep silence.

She is everything you and I could never be.

Let yourself sink deep.

Are you there?


Can you hear me?


spring cleaning –
dusting the cobwebs
from my shadow

Paresh Tiwari

Deep down


It was never something I was able to discuss; it felt like too harsh a criticism, or a professional assassination of character. I was convinced you had a terror of empty spaces and now, everything I remember seems to support this notion. You were constantly filling your immediate surroundings with new sounds, scents, colours, textures and ideas. I wouldn’t have called it vivaciousness, even then. It was more like a constant weaving of spells to keep the vacuum of space at bay. When I learned about quasars, I was struck by the parallels of their bright lives and dark hearts. I wonder what horrors death must have held for you? If you could ever bear to contemplate it.

Now you’re gone, I trust the rest will be peaceful.

fearing nothing …
the irony of that
empty boast

David J. Kelly


Light Emitting Invasion

He stopped the car to check a sat nav malfunction. He heard a pulsating sound. Through the trees he saw a strange, rotating, multi-coloured light. “A UFO!” he exclaimed.

Recalling accounts of radiation burns from such things, he grabbed the aluminium foil from the camping box, and wrapped himself in it. Then, he crept quietly into the woods, with only the occasional metallic rustle.

There, in a clearing, he saw a group of them, standing around the object, which hovered several feet from the ground. They looked at him with their huge eyes. He stopped in front of the UFO in amazement. It dangled from a tree branch, twirling, a bright coloured triangular object, about 18 cm high. Near the base, an inscription: “LED triangle mood light.”

hazy moon
my optician sends
a reminder

Martha Magenta

Light Emitting Invasion