in the wave of epic final conflict sickly tampering’s upon a jilted freshest flat Shangri-La globe an unravelling of continuation clock hands turnabout motion past landscapes of silvery ice telescopes for a crescent sun widows wanton funeral veils days of mead and dandelion carved idols and fabrications adoration of rusting spaceships fallen monuments, flaming moss … More NO MORE RAVENS
The year is 1794 and money worries have forced the young Rabbie Burns to take up work as a labourer at a farm near Mauchline in East Ayrshire, Scotland. Good fortune has smiled though for it is on this farm the he meets his first true love, young Nelly Kilpatrick. As the pair wander together … More ‘MY LOVE’S LIKE A…RED, RED NOSE’ AS RABBIE BURNS SUFFERS FROM ‘POETS BLOCK’
the incidental ill will of clouded reasoning a most difficult thing to wholly make out forgiving explicit scorn writing off grave words yet tenderness demands a flawless benevolence how so such an event? rosy revenge? for what? perhaps the sweetness? perhaps the glory quest? the prize of grand slam? extra points to be scored … More FLAWLESS BENEVOLENCE
Come the days of retribution, the days when the remnants of shameless evil would be tracked down, hopefully eradicated, Argentina would become her home from home. As of now though, the unbearable midsummer dusty dry heat, a thing the medics had long since insisted that, with her specific condition, she should avoid, plus the foulest … More AN IMPROBABLE ASSASSIN
‘No other capital city in the world can do grey quite like London,’ her passing thought. A thought dismissed almost as soon as it arrived. For as of now, there was the little matter of the naked Ambassador lying as prone as prone could be, upon his back atop a plainly hideously expensive Afghan rug … More OF ASSASSINATION & GITANES
spilt words of detachment scattered hither and yon a barking mutt backdrop a clutter of taxing babble an unholy mess on the floor a dire dilemma to live with even the very best words left unattended will fade away and die in no time passionate her lust for life putting to shame the rhymers … More SPILT WORDS
beneath a narcissistic blue moon a race empty of allusive ingenuity yet, by dint of narrated tradition perhaps only the wary Babylonians could likely fathom an explanation unravel the superfluous answer solve the conundrum of life itself sadly, wise Babylonia is no more long since buried under Assyrian sands The Book of Puzzlement with them … More ASK THE CHILDREN OF WAR
