The Donation
Major Harrison knelt down and scooped the feather-light dregs of humanity into his arms ignoring the myriad of lice that crawled onto him, he held the infant close. ‘Who found her?’ He whispered. The rest of us had all presumed…
Horror photos
For the sake of my sanity, I need to tell this story as it happened: hour-by-hour, but to put you in the picture, here’s a little of the background which led to the dreadful chain of events. On Thursday and…
Fractured images
My name is Katherine, though mother called me Katie, which I disliked. I am soon to be twelve years old and this is my first diary entry. The date is June the twentieth in the year of our Lord 1899…
Tacking in the Wind
Tacking in the Wind My life is changing course againI’m tacking in the windThe storm has blown out and goneI’m looking for dry land To find the safest harbourI might just need a handThe winds of change are blowingCruel and…
🔉 When Darkness is your only Light
I see her in the darknessI bathe within her lightMy soul is bright and peacefulWith the shadows of the night I hear her in the night timeIn my dreams we roamMy heart soars with my darlingIn our eternal home I…
Meat Pies, Scarves And Bovril
(It’s a funny old game) Meat Pies, Scarves and BovrilStanding in the crowdFootball in the seventiesWomen not allowed Travelling with our teamIn our special packFind the oppositionGo on the attack Football in the eightiesLots of tears aboutStadiums come crashing downBlame…
The Publicity Stunt
It was a kind of experiment. A scheme set up by an advertising company to promote a new line of site-cabins for the building industry. The promotion was portrayed as a golden opportunity to turn your dreams into fortunes; instead…
Lupine
His ears prick up and rouse him from his sleep. She is singing. The last survivor of the clever ones surmises she is alone. The tip of his nose moves from side to side – sensing the air, collecting information as to how…
A Protest Song
A Protest Song Down with emoji’s now let’s make it clearOur speech and our writing will soon disappear.From grunting and signing…here’s language todaySo don’t let emoji’s take all that away. Down with emoji’s we’ll lose all our skillsWhen dining on…
A Navvy’s Legacy
A Navvy’s Legacy In driving winds, thunderous clouds and sleetThe navvy toiled, his pick cleaved at the landAnd as wet rot attacked the poor man’s feetAnd blisters soiled, a hook replaced his hand. He carved for years through meadows, hills…