Sauce for the Goose

A Christmas story with a twist.

High board

Tom Daley I am not when I take the plunge preferring a belly flop or a bomb just to say I'm there
Cherry

Just How High the Moon

How high is high?

The Wet Patch

It happens to all of us!

'Er 'Oo Sleeps With The Fishes

WORK IN PROGRESS - Experimental, Black Country slang. Comments please.....

' FOREVER FAITHFUL' now updated

And all that “Jazz” I hoped he would Pop! In on our get together Our 40 years Ruby day I called him From the shop's pathway Just a little miaow! Follows me in again

Ancient battlegrounds

Love can be troublesome, even on holiday...

RUIN HOUSE

The much-lauded and long-neglected novella, as requested by The Walrus. I started this as an exploration of the language and mythology of medival tales as they have come down to us in modern fantasy.

COLLAGE, MON AMI

A poem from Sketches (Preface To A Jazz Painting)

Hospital Corners (an excerpt from Broken Ladders, Vol. 3 The Chronicles Of The Auto-Generator)

Hospital corners and a small bloodstain on rough sheets pink scratchy blanket and low cheery colours that depress me even more than the woman who drove me here.

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