Iain S. Thomas

Archive for 2017|Yearly archive page

You Are Part Of A Beautiful Story.

In Uncategorized on April 20, 2017 at 9:56 am

She’s Learned To Wave

In Uncategorized on March 15, 2017 at 8:46 am

i blow on her face

when she is too sleepy

to drink her milk

she’s learned to wave

and she waves at people and animals

sometimes she waves at the trees

when they blow in the wind.

Meeting Your Grandfather

In Uncategorized on February 9, 2017 at 11:53 am

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Angel,

If you want to meet your grandfather

get in a car and head out to the desert

put your hand out the window

and feel the air slide through your fingers

listen to the music pouring out the engine

watch the world disappear behind you

and where the highway ends and the road turns to dust

where the world shimmers and disappears

you’ll find him there

waiting

in every quiet breath.

The South African Government Killed 94 Psychiatric Patients.

In Uncategorized on February 7, 2017 at 10:46 am

This one held the walls at bay with his bare hands.

This one spoke to her dead mother through clenched teeth.

This one was always bothered by the sand on her feet.

This one knew that every speck of dust was just another universe.

This one was always trying to get through a large crowd to where she wanted to be.

This one just felt restless.

This one forgot her own name every morning and so she gave herself new ones when people weren’t looking.

This one never slept.

This one never grew up.

This one prayed to a tree that she once dreamed about.  

This one broke something once and never forgave himself.

This one wanted to hold hands with everyone she met.

This one was angry because he’d forgotten what he was angry about.

This one knew a secret that no one else knew.

This one loved to walk barefoot on grass.

This one wanted to be held.

This one could only breathe when the second hand was on 12, 3, 6 or 9.

This one chose never to speak again.

This one touched the roof of her mouth with her tongue whenever someone blinked.

This one would draw her life story on her arms if she ever got hold of a pen.

This one wanted a blanket.

This one had a scar on his stomach from where he tried to get the monster out.

This one thought that every time you kissed, a flower opened somewhere.

This one painted in her head all day and cleaned the canvases white when she slept.

This one remembered everything about one specific day but nothing about the rest.

This one blew bubbles above the door to his home whenever visitors came.

This one cut out paper dolls and faces from magazines.

This one heard music whenever he put his ear to the floor.

This one never knew what year it was but also didn’t care.

This one was laughed at and pushed around and made fun of, just for being them.

This one wasn’t wanted.

This one thought that everything was special.

This one dreamed while walking.

This one touched her nose to every surface.

This one wanted to eat the sun.

This one couldn’t speak any language anyone else has ever spoken.

This one once swam in the ocean and it felt like flying.

This one helped his father mow the lawn in the middle of the night.

This one knew this was going to happen before it happened because it had always happened.

This one could read time like a book.

This one slept under her bed.

This one needed to know the day of the week at all times.

This one thought that everything was a joke and never stopped laughing.

This one tried to warn everyone about the creature that lived in the roof.

This one was beaten by a priest and he knew the pain was God.  

This one only cried once.

This one always wanted to go ice-skating.

This one was the beat goalie the team ever had.

This one stood on his tiptoes when he thought no one was watching.

This one wouldn’t let go of her teddy bear.

This one knew each bad thing by name.

This one wanted to fly.

This one got worried when she walked under tall buildings.

This one loved jungle gyms.

This one always needed to sit on the left of the car.

This one was braver than any other man when he got into the bath each night.

This one couldn’t read but pretended she could and made up her own stories for every book.

This one pretended her hand was a movie camera and her life was a documentary.

This one was born for something better.

This one shaved all the hair off his right arm.  

This one wanted an ice-cream.

This one conducted an invisible orchestra.

This one was gently bounced on her father’s knee.

This one tried to say something.

This one got confused by wires.

This one had to turn the light off before he could eat.

This one could sing.

This one memorised the faces of everyone she met.

This one just had a bad day.

This one forgot to buy milk, and kept on going back to the same shop again and again and again.

This one chewed every pen she was given.

This one sailed an imaginary ship and was always adjusting his legs.

This one only wanted to wear blue.

This one smelled flowers she was never given.

This one never wanted to leave.

This one was on her way to see someone special.

This one just wanted his winning lottery ticket back.

This one could’ve been your sister.

This one liked to tap her fingers on glass.

This one cried watercolours.

This one wanted to live in a treehouse.

This one wanted the machines out of her blood.

This one wanted a glass of water.

This one was named after a star.

This one was left alone for too long.

This one thought this was just the waiting room.

This one carved a girl’s name into a tree trunk.

This one tried to be “normal.”

This one didn’t understand why people weren’t nice.

This one needed the bathroom.

This one could only see shadows.

This one didn’t want to hurt anyone or be hurt by anyone.

This one was sleeping.

This one just wanted to go home.

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