Unordered Tales

I was mired in sleaze Forlorn, and depressed For no apparent reason Plagued by metaphorical Hornets and bees Through fevered impulse, stressed And...

T'were blue, I tell you! Blue! Like Lawrence's sky in Kangaroo Azure perhaps No, not so much Azure T'was too thick and solid It reflected against the...

This piece of flash fiction was inspired partly by a report of an atrocity committed by the German forces in Poland in 1942, in which a baby was kicked to death. This is of course the stuff of nightmares, but after the war those responsible had to try to come to terms with their crimes, and adapt to changing conditions.

Death of Seddonism in Bohemia I THINK I MIGHT OFTEN LIKE TO HANG AROUND WITH ARTISTS AND TALK COCKNEY SAYING 'YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN' A LOT BUT THEN I...