In the Highlands, half a mile away from Big Fat John’s hole in the wall was the land of whisky and haggis, a paradise by any other name that outshined the time-honoured ‘milk and honey’ Garden of Eden. Big Fat John’s purpose in life was to talk with the wild flowers…millions and millions of them. … More THE WILD, WILD FLOWERS OF SCOTLAND
There is a certain futility when ensconced in an idyllic, yet ever so tedious Nirvana only to be consumed with wanderlust. A contradiction? I think not. Whatever, Nirvana was not for her, this she already knew, or thought she knew, all too well. Moreover, and in her heart of hearts she was well aware, having … More SERPENT’S BOULEVARD
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
Above, dear Hélène at work Amélie was a good sortat least I thought so until that daythe old cow locked me in the cellarof her Parisian bordello and threw the key away My crime? I didn’t cough upthe fee after the eventa caddish trick I realize nowyet my francs I’d long since spent spent them … More SHE LOCKED ME IN THE CELLAR!
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
The Old Fool sits on his comfy chair staring fixedly at the blue painted wall…the only wall in the house devoid of immodest art…with his eyes wide open, attired in just a manmade coal-black dressing gown that trails all the way down to his frozen feet. During his spell without an hourglass, wearing the dressing … More THE BLUE WALL
This piece was written in the beautiful cobblestone town of Montreuil, Northern France in the summer of 2013 after noticing a disabled young lady struggling in her wheelchair, much like the girl in this brief tome. Outside a cafe, a tear, a pen and a notebook later I had a tale to tell. I think … More THE MAN IN THE BRETON SHIRT
Within his tavern of imaginings, out of body looking further outwardsindulgence his shy waitress serving up a comedy of realitiesactualities that would censure his each and every manipulation Dreamlands purple anecdotes a sometimes painkiller save forwhen The Master of Suspense visits unannounced, then all isa mere twisted and spoiled incidental lecherous laundry list plot Returning to … More PARALLEL IMAGININGS
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
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