Cherrypicked stories

Colonectomy : In for a spell, Hospital, Nothing serious, Just a colonectomy, ;

The new world begins with a bang and Ian is the only one to welcome it with open arms (885 words)

Day gathers in till the space around me seems all that's left awake. Round the field bare earth welt through green pelt of dew secret grass I walk...

Up against some stiff competition, the dumbest thing I've ever written...

I'll Do The Driving Today. My son bunked-off school yesterday. I only found out through one of those series of jarring, ironic twists of fate...

What good are these words, that cannot stop wars? What good is this writer who hides behind doors?

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I'm singing your praises as you help me stagger home, On this cold windy night, Where my hair pours over my forehead, And I'm half man, half train-wreck, I can even poke a little fun, You just laugh, You know Idon't realise what I'm saying, But what you're saying, It fills me up like a helium balloon, And like the caterpillars that crawled away when I dropped the jar On my sixth birthday, My thoughts are dispanding into so many nooks And crannys all filled with worry, Although you just smile, Because I don't realise what I'm saying, A sign snaps in half along the way, You tell me off, It's not my fault, I tell you that but you know better, It's just me these days, I say everything seems a lot darker on the horizon of this world I haven't spent nearly enough time getting to know as I leave it, You don't fret because I don't realise what I'm saying.

Spare a thought for the homeless