Sjor - A young boy roughly six years old. Linda - A young girl in her early teens. Mother - Sjor and Linda's widowed mother. Act I. (Both of the children are outside walking through a market, crowded with people, they are holding each other's hands in order to stay together. After walking a short … Continue reading Poor man’s riches
Dogs
Part I - The Dog: (A man is sat in the park looking rather glum with his hands in his pockets, he is looking at the floor to begin with, then as a passerby passes with their dog he begins to talk.) "I remember when I got her, my dog I mean, my auntie is … Continue reading Dogs
#189 – Confession
It's over, it's done. As if it had never even begun. That's what they always say, Before they go back to their old ways. Wandering in fear, Wondering over the cheers, Over all the fallen tears And all the nears and fars Of the man I am, The man I was And am becoming. O … Continue reading #189 – Confession
Father and child
(A young man thinking things over and arguing in his mind, begins to talk his problem out loud.) "Every day I walk past that shop with her and every day she points out that diary with her small, cute, chubby fingers with such a smile of happiness, and exclaims "Daddy! Daddy! How lovely it would … Continue reading Father and child
#188 – Through and under
From the mouth of those who speak, From the arid sands behind the lies, From the denials of one's own roots. Through the rotten teeth of a warlord, Through the ages of conquest and slavery, Through the history they seek to hide. Under the moon the pagan symbol, Under the blade the barbarian background, Under … Continue reading #188 – Through and under
The gates of Hell are locked from within
If we are to ponder on God’s goodness, it strikes us as unloving that Hell would be allowed for all eternity with sinners within it. This is usually put forward as a well thought out argument against the goodness of God. My aim here will be to show you that it is in fact a … Continue reading The gates of Hell are locked from within
#186 – On marriage and children
Suffering and virtue mixed with the seed: Fornication and obligation, Onwards we breed. She walked hand in hand with heavy womb; Pollinated - the legacy escapes the tomb, And onwards we bloom. A weight, a burden, a physical prospect. A lightened mental load, A burden made lighter by the day. The liege, heir apparent reigning upon its subject. The new-born with the world to mould, … Continue reading #186 – On marriage and children
