JONNY CATAPULT – THE PLUMBER THE ROMANTIC NOVELISTS ALL TRUST

SHEHANNE MOORE’S CENTRAL HEATING PUMP “Well Shehanne, luv…or may I call you Shey…I can? Nice one. Thanks for the cuppa.  I must say strong tea, when combined with a generous slice of your very own homemade Dundee Cake provides a real treat for the taste buds, although inevitably the cake doesn’t dunk like what my … More JONNY CATAPULT – THE PLUMBER THE ROMANTIC NOVELISTS ALL TRUST

TEA ROSES & A CURTSY

the day after the day after heroic, not as yet battle weary Northumbrians and circumspect trundling, rumbling Cromwell tanks liberate a barely blemished Bayeux embroidered tapestry reflecting perhaps a more advantageous Norman fray, pristine, still intact was the day she cast aside all conceivable apprehension let weakest knees carry her to the conceivably oldest of … More TEA ROSES & A CURTSY

A THEATRE NAMED CEREBRUM

The zest of a lemon, a sugar-coated wafer, foul odour, euphoric aroma and the emptiness of the barren void. Unstimulating insignificance, turmoil, sudden cramps, heartache for reasons unknown and pulsating vital organs. Rough textures from smooth; smooth from rough, the pleasure that gravity affords. Heedless of the nature of sex and sexuality. Two directional manipulation … More A THEATRE NAMED CEREBRUM

DEEPEST SLEEP

in waking moments she often climbed Jacob’s ladder why? she knew not, cared not if the truth be told yet she could testify first hand to all who might listen that atop this puffed-up earthly domain all there was was a place barren of hidden desires and emotions a tedious realm of ‘in your face’ … More DEEPEST SLEEP

I NAME HER DELILAH

(18 hours of my life) She, the one upon whose bare bottom I have nibbled upon each new morn since the beginning of time, my superlative lover, my delicious muse, my idolized wife has betrayed me. Henceforth and forthwith let her be known as Delilah.  How so, this turning of the worm? A full pentagram … More I NAME HER DELILAH