PARANOIA

Enisled within my body-cell a universe is bound In silent conflict with itself, whose peace is never found. If only there were but a door, and likewise but a key,

The Final Layer

My first experience of the Leaning Tower of Pisa.

Belltower

I Il Campanile, before three layers rose Found to be winking at the sun, Its south-sinking perspective Declining towards Rome. Hands of Pisano Bonnano wrung in despair

Weaver's Point

Deadbeat, the captain stands upon the deck, Rain slicing at his greatcoat. His face forlorn of future tidings of hope, Red hands grasp the helm without feeling.

Melody

Wandering through the endless depths of falling snow.

FYVIE MacSPORRAN

Fyvie MacSporran is a mean old sod, And a tight old fist is he: He has a nasty, mean little purse Where many a moth will be. He never will scrape any new coins out,

A SINGLETON ON LESBOS ISLAND - Part 3

The only person who knew how to use the defibrillator was Ray the Rave, and he wasn’t in any position to give us a quick demo...

Private Eye - Part 8

Next Day. 3:47 pm.

Shine on

shine on you crazy diamond

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