Gavin J Innes
Bio
Scottish Writer Living in that London.
I pen plays, poems, prose and alliterations.
Stories (15/0)
Be Like Water
It’s not like I’m not used to water. I’ve felt its touch on my skin so many times. Chlorinated childhood hobbies, soap sudded hygiene routines; fat drip- droplets from the sky, soaking through fabrics of all kinds regardless of the day, date or time.
By Gavin J Innes2 months ago in Poets
waLL
It’s sad, isn’t it? How he just stares at the wall, time washing over him like a waterfall. Are there faces in the stone? Does the flatness sooth his itchy brain? Or is it because it is simply there? Solid. Constant. Asking for nothing but giving him everything, it seems. Perhaps its off-white, eggshell façade is the perfect resting place for weary eyes that would rather stare than cry? Who knows what it is he sees? Maybe you? Maybe me? Maybe nothing at all; and sometimes nothing can be everything.
By Gavin J Innes3 years ago in Poets