outside the garret window a carnival in full flowpretty maids street dancingeach one with a handsome beau yet here, in here there is no revelryjust a distant pulsating beatsome cheering and much laughterrising up from those with the world at their feet we are monochrome marionettes you knowwithout a puppet masterover familiarity has led usto … More TWO PIG-HEADED LOVERS
Above, the one-eyed girl before the accident. Artist unknown. The one-eyed girl of almost fatal disasters had spent the entire morning wondering why blokes…for the main part…prefer revolvers and rifles over the humble hand-grenade. By lunchtime, she’d given up pondering, saying to herself, “What do I know,” for the time had come for scoffing yesterday’s … More HARRY AND HIS GIRLS
Photo by Man Ray A SCRAPBOOK OF STOLEN MEMORIES In the chilly dark hourswhispering his namepricking him with her hatpinensuring he was sound asleepshe impishly, for his own goodrobbed him of his memoriestucked them in her rucksackwould glue them into a scrapbookfor the sake of the unbornthe very moment they got backOnly his worst memories … More A SCRAPBOOK OF STOLEN MEMORIES
When my erudite doctor and my scrumptious Shirley both insist I should take a break from compulsive computers, endurance saunters and over thinking, I have to listen. Instead of routine I have more pills to swallow than there are pebbles on the harbour beach. So close to finishing my new tome entitled, ‘The Outrageous Miss … More STRANGE TIMES
Back home in the County of Kent young Rosie the loveable monster girl had to face her boyfriend, a pleasant dog none too bright going by the handle ‘Toby the Muscular Mongrel’. The pair had always made a fine couple spending much of their time in the fields and forests together running hither and yon. … More ROSIE & THE CHAMPION OF THE WORLD
She talks of family planning with spiders, gives advice to dogs on the subject of manners, compliments flowers on their beauty, discusses pesticides with bumblebees, speaks of romance with butterflies, lectures cats on their toilet habits, and mostly, she just tells off the wasps. Wasps are the Hells Angels of her garden. When hot, she … More THE IMPISH DAUGHTER OF EVE
Underneath the Bridge of Heartache the saintly take their shelterIn the dark tunnel of delusions white-face clowns aim to provokeThere’s a Best Ragweed Hotel made up of just cardboardWhere a ‘mutton dressed as lamb’ Madam comforts the broke On the merry-go-round favoured by ‘bruise easily’ loversThe pipe organ plays cacophonous rhapsodiesSteam powered wooden ponies all … More UPSIDE DOWN
I’ve been out of the WP writing game of late trading my pen for what felt like a doctor’s stove poker…if, indeed, doctors carry such things. Thankfully, all is well. If I have a humorous memory of my necessary starvation prior to, or indeed when visiting the hospital, it is that of the delightful young … More THE OLD FOOL
Not once in the whole of this old fool’s 114+ years on this planet have I narrated anything, yet as of now I’ve done just that very thing curtesy of my son…who put the entire thing together and who insisted I ‘give it a go’. ‘Give it a go’ he says? I’ve done my level best … More ‘IN THE BEGINNING…’
Come one of her sporadic visitations, Mère Serendipity shares in abundance all that is fortuitous, especially so toward the underprivileged. Mind you, you have to have fate on your side as her charitable stopovers are few and far between. Such was the good fortune of blind Charly and silent Trixibelle. You see, in the beginning … More BLIND CHARLY & SILENT TRIXIBELLE
- MIKE STEEDEN - 