The virus washed across the world in its sixth tsunami. Or what was left of it. Flotsam and debris of ashes, syringes, human carcasses, fattened sleepy dogs, rotting crops,…
Essays, poems and cut-short stories — personal writing kept separate from the commercial work on purpose. Newest first.
The virus washed across the world in its sixth tsunami. Or what was left of it. Flotsam and debris of ashes, syringes, human carcasses, fattened sleepy dogs, rotting crops,…
I think next i could explore mould making. It’s so exciting to spend days and nights making them, breaking them, remaking them, and then finding pouring concrete mix into them is…
It was an experimental prison program. For the most hardened criminals doing life. Labelled as the most dangerous of them, #201A, was given a rescue cat to take care of. #201A was…
It was an experimental prison program. For the most hardened criminals doing life. The most dangerous of them, #201A, was given a rescue cat to take care of. #201A was a bit of a…
To be mostly right without hours spent on googling specifics, it helps to understand the “how it works” of the medium first. Minimises experiments, failures. Maximises finding…
once or twice upon a time long long ago there was a sea shell. it was white when it wasn’t blue. and pink when it wasn’t either blue or white. and sometimes red too. it lived on…
It was normal visiting hours at the mental hospital. It was 3 in the morning.
Visiting hours at a hospital. The time when the hospital decides external interference will cause minimum disruption in regular functioning. Visiting hours at a mental hospital?…
The bell rang. It was time. It was visiting hours at the mental hospital. She walked in. He was sitting there. Waiting for her. She never let him down. The thought never crossed…
He waited impatiently to meet her at a table in the mental hospital meeting hall. He gnawed at his knuckles as he waited. Something he did since he was a kid and something bad had…
It was visiting hours at the mental hospital. All the other cells would be empty for an hour. He sat in his cell, staring unblinkingly at the yellow light. Waiting. He had been…
And as he sank he saw his dogs swimming up to him. Tails wagging. He was dead already. So his lungs did not put up a fight any more. The will, the wish, the instincts were all…
She wasn’t pregnant. She was just kicked. In the stomach. Hard. The baby startled into being. And came flying out of her mouth. She gagged. And brought her teeth down on the cord.…
It’s the night The night of the bats It’s where the lights come on When it’s all over Bottled bats Beating their wings Inside hard glass It’s where the lights come on When it’s…
needs are for the body wants are for the mind everything else you have learnt can safely be left behind needs keep you alive wants keep you going needs keep you healthy while…
a sad young man in a shack on a beach was a noddin’ all wise an’ smokin’ while the world outside was lit with tube bulbs an’ everybody was laughin’ an’ jokin’ the sad young man…
The day was clear, the sky was blue The breeze was blowing just right; In the midst of several others Was one big blue kite. It was simple, with no tassels or trails, Nor with…
some where some time some how a little bird was born. and wasn’t it amazing? that she should be born on that particular branch on that particular tree on that particular hill? i…
feeling blue out of the blue blue to black to red to pink. not a nice pink. the pink of a scalped head. head. no two sides to this coin.
what consumes you whole what is the centre what is all, for nothing else matters, is your worse half. what is neither to your left nor to your right nor your top or down IS your…
they were so much in love they did not want to share tables with anyone. they were so much in love they did not want to hold hands which belonged to someone else. they were so…
walking along with a road chained to my feet dunno where i’m going or what i will meet where am i going? hey this is all wrong can’t be going nowhere coz that road’s coming along…
walking along the seashore walking back again alone seeing my footsteps over and over again every day every year seeing how they go straight seeing sudden trips as the foot hits…
death is a hurt like a relief of the pain of a thorn pulled out death is a purging a letting of blood except it hurts others more than it does the dead but that hurt is a relief…
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