Biscuit: a small flat, usually sugary cake; animal food. He smelled like biscuits. And I loved it. Sweet, unhealthy, real. Like being a child again. He didn’t appreciate it of course. The intrusion. The ruffle. The snuffle. Didn’t appreciate that I appreciated it. But I did. And to think that others simply thought he smelled... Continue Reading →


Landmine: an explosive device; a concealed trap. You know I see your eyes. I study them, lose myself in them. But they’re like a landmine. I’m touched by them. I’m gone. © JR Bryden, 2021. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from JR Bryden is strictly prohibited.

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