Sulphurous decomposition leaves a conversation of desiccated remains and milky white bones beneath a parchment skin. A rictus grin tells of pain and a tear falls from my eye. My eye is drawn to a yellow biro pen in the jacket pocket of the corpse. I wonder who put it there, for later, when it wouldContinue reading “Blood of the Volcanic Sands”
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Soon Until Then Crow
Behind Crow stood Evan. 6 feet tall and weighing a hundred a fifty pounds most of it muscle. Behind Evan was the car. Evan picked up a sledge and swung it through the side window. The glass smashed with a loud pop. Crow pointed to the horizon where a gathering dust cloud announced the returnContinue reading “Soon Until Then Crow”
Invisible Shores
Where fishermen cast their nets in the hope of rich reward is a place not too far from our own shore called invisible shore. God denotes to the trained eye a change in depth or of saline density. But to our own, it’s difficult to tell that anything has changed at all. Currents swirling andContinue reading “Invisible Shores”
Ascending Denial
A whack candle holder in enamelled metal holding a white candle which is burning. Undisturbed I think I try to reflect on the stillness and to find the right words but instead of prose I get a big fat nothing and end up feeling empty. In the bed also made of enamelled metal a dyingContinue reading “Ascending Denial”
Another Sail
In the back in a metal box, you will find the other sail. Quick. Before the wind gets up! Actually, there is no story about a sail but the need to write is upon me again like swarming ants around a tree so madly, deeply, I throw myself into it! Imagine that very same treeContinue reading “Another Sail”
Little Ride
I had a car and thought I was doing fine but it took a little ride at the fairground on some merry-go-round that rose and fell with piped music running through my veins to make me realise that I froze with the motion into nothingness. The air was cold. The blood in my veins feltContinue reading “Little Ride”
Walking Up The Beach
I found a pretty stone one day while walking up the beach and put in my pocket. When I got home I put it under the tap dried it then put it on top of my piano. The stone stayed there for years and I always looked at it when I played alone or inContinue reading “Walking Up The Beach”
The Clock Ticks
Tock. Tick Tock Tick Tock Happy New Year! Bon Anniversaire! Bienvenue! Such things occur, as they are wont to do. No? And the wind does change and a northerly blows past your window! Succour for the masses gathered in their classes. Huh? Not tonight my friend! Tonight is Your Life! BANG! You are dropped on yourContinue reading “The Clock Ticks”
Windows Monstery Saboteurs
Now there fucking adverts IN Microsoft Windows. I bet Bill Gates successor is laughing all the way to the bank! Where a homeless junkie will puke over his $20000 shoes and jab a syringe into his leg and inject his infected needle into his thigh spitting yellow blood speckled phlegm as he draws hisContinue reading “Windows Monstery Saboteurs”
Big Red Race Car
Vrummmmmmm, Vrummmmm Mirror, signal, manoeuvre How am I doing? Anything coming? HOW AM I DOING? I’ve got a big rad race car It’s made up of parts of me Really I’m a machined pice of engineernig of glistening pieces , of glistening pieces. oiled and lubed up the eyballs blue, eyeballs blue. HOW AM IContinue reading “Big Red Race Car”
I'm bilaterally deaf, schizophrenic, autistic, talented individual. I can see you thinking...What was his day job? Well, I am a qualified systems engineer and i worked in computers. To be honest I can't remember what I wrote in my bio which I deleted. I write I draw, It is my goal in life to be anything but facsimilia. I believe life is duodecimal, you live you die, dark. Some call this depression and indeed I am a depressive schizophrenic. To be something is a great thing-some call it drosophilae syndrome(to be studied), a term I coined myself. As I appreciate in words as I get older sometimes it helps to remember what it was like being a child with drosophilae syndrome where the other is to be seen. This is why I draw and write. 