The House
By N. M. Sirett© THE HOUSE The house itches. I scratch the memories of it with a limp finger. They flake like scab-heads falling. Floorboards creak. Lamps crack under their own heat. Electrical wiring fizzes…
Original Stories – Fiction
By N. M. Sirett© THE HOUSE The house itches. I scratch the memories of it with a limp finger. They flake like scab-heads falling. Floorboards creak. Lamps crack under their own heat. Electrical wiring fizzes…
THE TRAVELLER What do you see when you look at me?What do you see?What do you know when you say you know me?What do you know?For I am a traveller my friend and the road…
Tree Stencils By N. M. Sirett© TREE STENCILS Trees stenciled against the pearl-blue sky Sway in the evening breeze A movement of uncompromising colour Stolen from nature’s Palette. Threading Branches and leaves into The mind,…
Micro Moon in Scorpio By N. M. Sirett© MICRO MOON IN SCORPIO The moon comes with its own silence Night’s luminous birthmark A radiant puncture wound To the death of day . A milk-bottle opening…
A Dance of Feathers By N. M. Sirett© A DANCE OF FEATHERS Birds splinter air Appear from nowhere The sky winks eyes . Wings like lashes curling Their bulk like spitting bullets Firing over rooftops…
Black Madonna by N. M. Sirett BLACK MADONNA I am from the Central Sun It is far, far away I feel its distance Although it is right here … Stars wreath it: angels With shimmering…
A poem by N.M. Sirett THE NEW GOD the devil upped his game and sent his cronies roaming iridescent as the flame igniting animation and far away hence trod o’er land and sea and mountain…
Brilliant People by N. M. Sirett© DOUGLAS Douglas was a glib git and well versed in the art of sophistry. This sharp dresser was garbed in a beige cashmere topcoat and tailored navy suit. An…
By N. M. Sirett © All Rights Reserved© GENTLE WORDS You are kind I am kinder You are a flower I am a bee To grow, you need me. . You are colours I am…
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