Not to be confused with Catholics On our TV we hear comedians gather in groups and say words about things that we think is nice for them to get a chance to air their lives in public. Cathartics. In the newspapers we hear stories about how a child survived cancer and worse and this isContinue reading “Cathartics”

Granny Smith – A New Necklace Short Story

Stitch…stabbing. Car death. Violent Death. Gunshot wound. A stitch in time saves nine. Cross stitch mutilation and torture. Embroidery. Incest familicide. Damn its hot in here! Take off some clothes. When you are comfortable I will begin. Once upon a time, there was a grandmother who was tired of cross-stitch and embroidery. One day aContinue reading “Granny Smith – A New Necklace Short Story”

Crime Fighting Cop-Boss One Liners

I’m just zapping coffee and fighting crime. This dirty city we live in. This dirty city of mine. These aren’t people. They are the trash we take off the streets. These people don’t recycle. They down cycle-everything they touch. I put more effort into polishing my furniture than he has ever put into anything… Comfortable?Continue reading “Crime Fighting Cop-Boss One Liners”

Free Press…Does This Sound Badass…?

Can you do this…? I hate you and all of your kind. I will one day see the earth free of your kind! You… I will not rest until I have really done it. When you think I am resting, I will be thinking, and planning, I will never rest! I will copy and fitContinue reading “Free Press…Does This Sound Badass…?”

So, blood guts and gore are OK..Hmmm

Sheila looked up from inside the chest cavity  of her victim. Her feline teeth stained red, her whole face blood red only the whites of her eyes like ice lightning flecked with green. Her stance was that of a cat also and she used her legs to gain leverage when she tore with her teethContinue reading “So, blood guts and gore are OK..Hmmm”

Death On the Moor Chapter 3

Smelling bad and festering with yellow maggots and pus in the jellyfied state is how I imagine briefly Myra would look on her deathbed, laid flat on  a mortuary slab in an old building with peeling paintwork. I was there looking at her while someone held a clipboard. Then I was thinking about my poster onContinue reading “Death On the Moor Chapter 3”

Death On the Moor Chapter 2

The keys on my keyboard are full of magic. They should believe in themselves! It’s Christmas again and the movies are playing on television as the big day looms ever closer. Hams and Turkeys are flying off the shelves at supermarkets up and down the country. Dads are stocking up on beer and candles andContinue reading “Death On the Moor Chapter 2”

In the Sand, I run

So Stuck am I that I don’t notice that I’m stuck in the mud anymore.  Andrew Watkins Left, right left, right – A poem about movement   I meander past the breakfast bar and saunter to the lounge where I settle with my coffee and leisurely supine myself on the sofa The cat comes in andContinue reading “In the Sand, I run”