Since Dawn of Time’s first chilly mists were devoured by a greedy, rampant Orange I have been collecting the apt recollections of those poor wretched souls about to lose their minds to the unforgiving void. By preserving such memories I ensure that upon departure at least a snippet of the mort being is not lost … More THE MEMORY COLLECTOR
Since the day she first showed up, Eve had always had a soft spot for the idiosyncratic yet intimate Dietrich ‘occasional restaurant come bar’ within the vast ‘Casino Eden’. Later, after I had won her body, if not yet her soul on the spin of the roulette wheel, we would regularly dine together there, although … More THE DIETRICH BAR, LAND OF NOD
The little green pills that tasted dreadfully bitter numbed her senses, invalidated her inhibitions, nullified tomorrows ‘it wasn’t me’ traumas. At least a would-be Eve in a dressing gown no longer had to cloak herself in The Devil’s thorny barbed coronet, yet abject boredom was the price she paid. Besides she liked disguises. Certainly, she … More EVE IN A DRESSING GOWN
Playing out her dreams, rocking plate in hand, she sieves for golden crumbs along the wandering river trail, oblivious that paradise is ablaze. That a harmless crèche playground drizzle had fledged, turned into a streetwise gang of ripened raindrop bullies troubled her not a jot. Welly boots and tangled locks tucked inside an oilskin rainhat … More TOMORROW (an ‘almost’ poem)
We did country dancing at my school, When I was very little, The thing was I hated it, As to its purpose I was noncommittal Yet because I was so useless, And plainly didn’t give a toss, They lumbered me with a big fat girl, Who went by the name of Floss. Like … More ‘FLOSS’ – MY ‘COUNTRY DANCING’ PARTNER AT JUNIOR SCHOOL!
- MIKE STEEDEN - 