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”
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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”
In the Water
Act 1 Well, what a life, commented freshwater prawn to no-one in particular. Indeed, said Crawfish. Indeed. What about life? said Mussel eager to get a word in. It’s all above us, moaned shrimp Au contraire, said Pedipalp, Its below in the shingle bed and mud. It’s here, said Crab What? said, everybody The entertainment! saidContinue reading “In the Water”
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. 