Poet: Patrick George I love the way you lookAt seven in the morningMy fantasy darling,Like a flower in a gardenReturning from a nightOf dew bathing,Counting stars,And catching moonlightOn peach cream petals. And your smile, like Solomon’s scimitarSlices through morning shadows,Throwing down gloves to the sunAs if for no other reasonThan to let it be known,There’s something brighter around. Oh, how […]
Poet: Patrick George Love is a Picasso paintingLove is a place short of airYet we choose to live there,Gasping and flouncingLike beached dolphins. Molded from pieces of dreamLove deals in the surreal.Journeys are begunBut legs weighted with ironNever reach their destination. Food slips through holes in our jawsOnto mirrored glass floorsEasy picking for guitar strumming mice.Feet are made for wearing […]
Author: Patrick George Chapter 1 Frankie stepped out of the house, slamming the door behind him in an uncharacteristically defiant manner. And it was with a deliberate swagger that he walked across the yard towards the gate, his little old, blue shoulder bag hanging loosely from his shoulder like a knowing and willing accomplice to his intended mission. His air […]
Author: Patrick George Chapter 1 He stepped out of the minibus onto the wet pavement outside the Queen’s College compound. It had rained overnight, especially during the pre-dawn hours, and the cool wind skimming the nearby Atlantic waters before touching his skin, stirred sensual vibes in him, setting his mood and body to a pleasing temperature. Patches of dark clouds […]