Imagine how hard it would be to live next door to a graveyard if you really believed in ghosts. Now imagine how hard it would be to watch a builder turn over that graveyard and find nothing in it...

I've earned the right to call him a spaz.

The child picks the roll up from the red plastic plate Brittle bits break off the hard barrel It is a pallid, gold-brown colour-with hollows and yellowish seeds

it amazes me that really, all a teardrop is is just water i silently give reverence to the ocean for i wonder, how it could ever hold such sorrow and yet so much life beneath its waters

'Force-feed a fowl with corn and they will call you a man of great taste. Yet force-feed a man of great taste with corn and they will merely call you foul.'

I walked close to her, and reached my hand to her face. It was cold, and her face was pale…and tired. Somehow, in her deepest sorrow, she knew how to make a guy crazy about her.

Fairies? In the garden?......

My most memorable meal.