DAZED VIOLET EYES

DAZED VIOLET EYES Memories flung into a harvest time bonfire, an immaculate enforcement of shameless remorse Reconciliation is but transparent breathing space, twixt hostilities estranged lovers endorse The waning moon, her closest confidant, the ubiquitous sun her silent nemesis On a ‘seen better day’s’ hopeless mattress, she favours his sex, not his kiss The albino … More DAZED VIOLET EYES

EKTA’S MIRROR

A long, long time ago in a land where night was always day and day always night and where the clocks ticked anti-clockwise there was once an old blind man who collected all the spare daydreams others no longer had any use for. He kept them in a stovepipe top hat bequeathed to him by … More EKTA’S MIRROR

DECREPIT DIARIES

when crimson satin meets medallion augmented uniform without exchange of hard cash then you know a war is won an armistice set in stone a time for revelry wanton the survivors such is the hyper sexuality of victors coming home and those who greet disinterred heroes another time; another place before the war perhaps? crepuscular … More DECREPIT DIARIES

THE SAD DEMISE OF JESSICA DOWNLOW – THE TREE HUGGING SUICIDAL POET

I met an absolutely gorgeous swoony sort of chap just the other day at the garden centre where I was busy fondling a sapling whilst at the same time shedding a tear for a wilting bonsai.  With so many people about I had, of course, kept my kit on. Anyway the chap I met worked … More THE SAD DEMISE OF JESSICA DOWNLOW – THE TREE HUGGING SUICIDAL POET

DISCOVERING NANCY

DISCOVERING NANCY London, England, Midsummer 1941: Was London the dullest city in the whole of Europe? Perhaps ‘dullest’ was the wrong word? The question irked. Afterall the natives of the East End were far from ‘dull’. Intuitive, sharp-witted comics as they were they could get away with murder and, in reality, often did that very … More DISCOVERING NANCY

THE SCULLERY MAID

THE SCULLERY MAID a nebula of apathy dims the moral high ground there is nothing enlightening to unearth atop Mount Virtue no reward at all however cathartic the climb looking down from the crest the ever open canopy the lush savannah plains a land the Blameless claim to be a defiled Eden a place of … More THE SCULLERY MAID