Monthly Archives: April 2020
Daft Elves and Time Travellers
“You’re on the ball now!” Wayne adjusted his underwear and sat more comfortably. “Do you know about the Witch King?” enquired Wayne, with a slight look of pain in his eye; though it may just have been a tear of sympathy at his former predicament; or maybe it was irritated by mushroom spores that wanderedContinue reading “Daft Elves and Time Travellers”
Prelude: That what must it be.
Two Black holes collided and ate each other without really affecting the fabric of Space-Time, though that has nothing to do with our story. There is a disturbance in the River of Time, wallowing through the sludgy rising tides in the Sea of Life; churning undefined particles from the beginning to the end of theContinue reading “Prelude: That what must it be.”
“Who finds hundreds of mysteries, Even where minds are deranged?” Rumi
This is from the start of the second book in the ‘Fairy Hanny’ series. “Trans-Uranic Elements: The Dark SIde of Uranus”
Lord Randall on the beach.
(This is the tune) “Where have ye been all the day, my own dear darling boy? Where have ye been all the day, my own dear comfort and joy?” “I have been down to the beach, make my bed mummy do, Make my bed mummy do.” “What did you see on the beach, my ownContinue reading “Lord Randall on the beach.”
Anna
So I sat: Two green, one white; Memory has gone as I can’t recall any romance. Celtic Firebrand? We walked this world together hand in hand a long time ago. I feel you. “Would you like dinner in Liverpool?” Surface sex surfaces. It was not in my plans, she said. “Maybe I will consider it?”Continue reading “Anna”
University Twerps
There were just things that drove me mad. It was the posh boys that did it. You see, they had failed at school and all of their rich mates had gone on to study in the 18th Century at Oxford and Cambridge. Coprolite Studies in city’s trapped inside their own indifference; twas ever thus. PlayingContinue reading “University Twerps”
Happy Easter
The Pool on the Hill – Seize the Son going down.
They drifted sloppily down the River Thyme, passing plenty of trees in a scented breeze, but no fields of waving corn. There weren’t many girls with peroxide curls, trying their best to become fishmongers from the bounties of the river. Oh bounteous river, river full of fish! They sat with ankles and toes dipping inContinue reading “The Pool on the Hill – Seize the Son going down.”
