Cherrypicked stories

https://soundcloud.com/hudsonmoon/sunburst-guitar Sunburst Guitar I was walking down Main st. had a lot on my mind like, keep your eyes wide open don...

***** I realized that Mark could no longer hear us. It seemed that he was in his own world, the one we were in seemed to hold no more interest for...

Spinster Ethel’s last night, aged 104, fiancé, Wilfred, killed 1915, aged 17, in France, loved by his comrades for his tin whistle recitals in the aftermath of massive life-depleting attacks.

Ah get oot the black hack in Kentish Town, just ootside the Forum. Black hacks, that’s whit we call them up the road – hackneys. Where, as...

I thought about explaining this one, but no, I'n not going to. image from pxfuel.com free for non commercial use.

I left my shoes on the far side of the pasture & bare-footed back to our old house past clumps of cow-pies and mosquito ambushes- past thorny...

when losing patience with my silent analysing exposed her seductive intention! (experimental)

Well, now Moffat III is done and dusted for the time being, it's time to move back to pre-WWII California to catch up with Micawber Fisher, P.I. Start at the beginning if you've the patience for it. Image from pxhere.com free for non-commercial use

Each day, as the factory whistle blew at noon, he dashed leisurely home from work on his bicycle to have his dinner because dinner was always eaten...