Scribblings

An Old Language

In every crash of the waves against the beach he hears an ancient Celtic tongue. The voices of sailors and fishermen, angels and gods. He sits,...

Chimp

So the chimp said, "We run and we never stop until we're free, until we find the last space and there, we rest." He said it to the crowd, but you...

Day at home - a haiku (I think)

A winter's day - two workmen come - the air is filled with "Oh fucking shit!"