Nursing Home Visit (IP)

– a bunch of old photos

‘Bill’s changed a lot! Joe’s beard’s black!
There’s Annie as a tot!
Who’s that peeping at the...


Wind Dancer

The clouds looked tumultuous, but expanses of blue autumn sky broke through allowing the sun to shine serenely on the multi-coloured leaves of the...

What's for you

His belly leans out
over the top of his belt
and peers down
at his tired flat feet.
Hairs sprout wildly
from saucer...

Fight club: Legacy(part 2)

I said nothing further. I just sighed in disagreement, but I remaind silent.
Julian got up and told me to follow him, I followed him...

Fight club: Legacy

Fightclub: Legacy


It's kind of funny how things never turn out the way you planned it, or how you perceived it'll turn out....

Night Driving

Pupils swallowing the shadows,

skin washed away.

Eyes sore in the cloudy moonlight,

another slow coach, another five miles....

Maudlin Tuesday Afternoon Poem

Looking into a creased photograph that is propped on a bookshelf
there is no line between us and even the sky that frames us
seems to...

Thank god for dreams (Song)


Thank god for dreams

because they give respite

to lonely hearts

on long and restless nights.


The Animal Brothers

Once a woman gave birth to three boys and a girl but the three boys were not human.

The oldest of the three boys was a rat and so the...

best day's of our lives

Our meetings fraught

I’m a fragile thing

Flexing home-made wings

Balancing on a lid of doubt

Bent double with...

The Deserter


the house is dark now;

I think you took the light with you.

Floorboards creak with an ill foreboding


Sword master

This is the sword which gives life

It can kill, or heal

Cutting the unprepared mind in twain


Suitcase full of blues

Well the suitcase

Carries the tales

It has flown with eagles

And swam with whales

It has jumped on trains


Silence of the Lambs 3

-Kim, these are not duck feathers.

-What kind of feathers are they?

-Drake feathers, a male duck. They are colorful. This one is...

The Abbottsford Police Chronicles – The Body In The Tree (Part Four)

The last thing DC Griffin wanted at 5 o’clock on a Friday evening was a shout on the other side of the county.
Particularly when he had a really hot date.
Not that dates for him weren’t an everyday occurrence because as a result of trying to break his gambling habit he had become a sex junkie instead.
But his date was different, this one wasn’t a conquest, this one he was in love with.


You have a really dazzling smile

Flight DCT 13

Flight DCT 13 1592 words - Cobbled together from some old emails

Another one from The Parkinson's Players' Revue 'Where...

Dakota Diary 13 - More from Linda

Linda and Cora Sue and I went out to the large back yard, with some trees struggling to get big enough to give shade. Linda said we should sit on...


The Grey Prince and the grey sea

Once upon a time there was a prince, a prince who was destined to be king.

However, the prince’s mother, the Queen,...