Madrid

I think of Madrid where once we hold hands where we gave each other little kisses like a pecking woodpecker in love with a sap-giving bark. I think of the blue blue sky of Madrid

bugger

She smiled at me across the room, With eyes that shone with deep desire; And whispered hints, of rosebud bloom; That set to plump, my manly fire. With eyes that shone with deep desire,
Cherry

the Muses first position

I met fair-voiced Calliope whilst waiting For a bus. “Clapham!” She bellowed, Ever-so sweetly I might add, with a vain indifference to no one in-particular.

THE CELLIST

500 word short story set in Paris in 1948

Tell the Poor

Many years ago I offered a Christian leaflet to a man with a mobile phone in a suit who said he was too happy to be interested in God.

Give Me Your Soul

The devil comes to ask a new Christian, why can't you be like all the other Christians?

Grayling Junction - Chapter Seven and five sevenths

Now They Are My Company In thirty-one years the tears have never stopped.

Grayling Junction - Chapter 7 and a half

Snails Lalo Garcia Morrow steps into his reception room, the door he closes behind him bears a silver metal plaque with black lettering that reads Privado.

The purple emperor butterfly

The purple emperor butterfly lives in the canopy, quite high; no flowers up there with nectar sweet, so what is there for it to eat? When aphids suck the sugary sap

A Hot Festival Weekend

More on my 1972 Windsor free festival weekend.

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