The First Day of Autumn
Shall we mourn the departed or dance on their graves How can the embers of this death burn so brightly against this crisp air These fresh hopes ignited by a season sprung by the...
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Monday Morning Blood
Short Story There were three that Monday morning. One wore black leather pumps and a herringbone twill checkered black and white tailored suit with French chocolate stockings. The other one had on a...
The Human Comedy: Together, We Make Football
Short Funny Story Football. What a mess. The problem wasn’t Ray Rice, Adrian Peterson or Greg Hardy. It wasn’t Roger Goodell, the owners or the NFLPA. It was the game itself, and the...
Ad Infinitum
Resist this – cold, concrete ground beneath your feet. The clickety clack, clickety clack resound through city streets. You – are the bought and sold, led to wander endlessly around, peering in shop windows for a...
Animal Dilemmas – Sheep Cow
Short Story After unknowingly nearly killing the snail the Sheep settled on what it did best – munching green grass. Gnawing on the moist juicy grass was what most sheep did all day long. They...
The Baker, The Butcher and The Brewer, Part One: The Baker 12
Serial Fiction By the time he finished with his narrative they reached the cottage and settled right outside of it with a small fire. They were domed by a living universe with blinking stars and...
Yellow Rubbish
Rubbish, old yellow rubbish. You see, it is there, It doesn’t move It stares at you While you walk, smile or think. Old yellow rubbish Covering the air Whispering dark thoughts It dyes every...
Waiting III
Will you ever know My was combed just so Framing my free face Like a gift with a bow? I see you over there With a self-assured air Watching you just talking Interrupt? I...
Zedlist – Part Three
“RISING TEENAGE RAP STAR STABBED TO DEATH AT FRIEND’S MEMORIAL SERVICE.” Kevin vaguely recognised the angry looking young man on the front page – one of the many celebrities he had seen before, but...
A Poet’s Wile
A Virgin Vestibule am I If I wrote a poem I lied You don’t understand it’s Quite obscene and if I Told you what I mean I would shrink a spinning Slacker upon the...
