The droid took two steps forward, halted, and then resumed its wobbly path to a distant nebula. Its mother stood by smiling while its father grinned and beckoned it towards him. Neither of them saw the spaceship or its crew reach and grab the child. To them, he just simply vanished into the air. OneContinue reading “Nom Qui Dorma Est”
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Dragonasaurus Rex
Staring at the sea
I am a poet. I can make it. The sea gives me inspiration. I take it. I hear a call, I fake it. I am a living being. A mortal. Pitting my skills against Poseidon… Standing on the shore staring out. The sea stares back, oblivious Obviously, I have clout to choose my time,Continue reading “Staring at the sea”
Octogon Prime
Otherwise known as T’chu. T’chu is the leader of this alien race that has lived in near isolation on their planet in a distant galaxy. They have the ability to transform themselves or to join up with others to make giant superstructures which they use in worship or other ceremonies. Peaceful and warlike their isolation hasContinue reading “Octogon Prime”
Whence
It began like so many other stories in the wind, On a hilltop overlooking a vale. A farmers yard, clean except for the odd wisp of straw and a gardeners fork that was resting against a steel gate, the clucking of hens and the mooing of the cows mixed in with the gentle bleats of theContinue reading “Whence”
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”
Greebo and Toad LeStrange
‘What a strange place to begin writing about your life,’ said Toad ‘The Pond?’ said Greebo ‘Yes Greebo, The pond. It’s hardly the place to start writing about one’s life. It’s not where we started. It’s where we end up! Figuratively speaking you understand’ replied toad ‘I began life in a hole in a ground…There was nobodyContinue reading “Greebo and Toad LeStrange”
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”
Good, Feeling Fine
Thanks, Ephraim! No Problem Joe. OK! We good to go? Sure, are! Just a swig of that old Mas’ Sure Eph. Here y’are! Ohhh that’s mighty good. How you feeling Eph? Good Joe, Feeling Fine! That’s us Eph! Good, Feeling Fine drinking Old Mas’ Wine Hey, Joe that sure sounds like a good time drinking Old Mas’ Wine (Together) Hey! That rhymes! (Together) Our indoors says we haven’tContinue reading “Good, Feeling Fine”
Peony, Cartwright c.1908/Thorny Devil
During a drought everything is thirsty for liquid sustenance. Even the ground itself is parched dry and its wells give up nothing that eases the suffering of the many and of the few. The few fight on, cropping precious droplets from the air and from steep rock-faces to collect the early morning dew which theyContinue reading “Peony, Cartwright c.1908/Thorny Devil”
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. 