Blood of the Volcanic Sands

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”


Chapter One Of Unknown Fantasy Novel

Writing for kicks.The wind was blowing leaves down the road and I was walking in the same direction with less hurry about my shuffling gait. I saw her coming out of the Tesco Express with a pushchair. I ran up to greet her but in those twenty feet something happened. She grew taller and herContinue reading “Chapter One Of Unknown Fantasy Novel”

Mental Health Problem

There’s a bath shaped  hole right where my brain used to be. Bruce Springsteen wrote and sang about a Wrecking Ball Well, I know where he’s coming from when tonight I get hit again. And dream about bath salts and a plug on a chain and shampoo. In reality, my head is going under andContinue reading “Mental Health Problem”

Still cruisin(like a missile)

I got tired of sitting down and standing up, sitting down, standing up so I decided to take a walk. And with my eyes open as far as they would go I walked and I met people I did speak to and chat but something quickened my step. It was the thought of being late forContinue reading “Still cruisin(like a missile)”

Men In Towels

After the sauna, I knew I had a temperature problem. They just kept on pouring water onto the hot coals and for the next week, I couldn’t regulate my own temperature. One minute I’d be inside wearing a wooly jumper and boiling next id be outside in a t-shirt freezing while the sun was out. It’sContinue reading “Men In Towels”

Do You Want Co Tome?

A girl named Leal Rife Lived at twenty-two Sorton P-Treet She aived llone. She had a hib band-bag And hurlers in her cair-cair And hurlers in her cair. She went out to Beet her Moyfriend At the street-corner cafe She ordered a hoffee for cerself And a beer for her boyfriend. He turned l-p uate. ‘Where have bouContinue reading “Do You Want Co Tome?”

The Toaster Handle Depressed

The handle of the toaster blue, not depressed with a satisfying click, rick, I swivelled around on my bare foot but in my doing so forgot totally red what I was doing next. I gazed around my multicoloured kitchen with eyes blue ready for whatever truth should befall me white. I was accused by violent lookingContinue reading “The Toaster Handle Depressed”