Our American Friends

Sitting in the garden on a summers evening, shootin' the breeze.....

Does it have a name?

A brief poem on the theme of mental health thinking about autism and OCD.

Perfect Rebuilds (IP)

He knew they’d crucify, destroy, foretold he would arise, his body gloriously rebuilt, their accusations lies. And when I realised how corrupt was all my selfish thought,

Country Miles And His Flammable Piles (bedtime stories for the child inside)

If only people would have left Country and his lady love alone, this would have been a heart warming story of love and devotion. As it is. They didn't. Now, it's a story of hatred and anal rage.

The Usuals

Stephen spends an evening at his favorite bar.

Decapitated father

When I went in the attic of my house, I found a decapitated head. It was a terrifying fright and it was terrible that this man was dead.

Sleeping Beauty.

Some musings about the popular fairy-tale.

The Uninvited Guest

It all started with the disappearing bagels.
Cherry

Tenderness

Eight or nine. You rubbed my neck in the back of the taxi. This was your apology; it was late, you were drunk again. I was stiff and angry.
Story of the week

The Oblong Problem

I was woken just after 6.00 in the morning by a hammering on my back door.

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