The gathering storm

The yacht would have been instantly recognisable to anyone alive before the First World War.

Wear on the same gargoyle face

In the corner of a shop doorway Did I see the canvas of life? Preening its self with claws, tightly, frappe. Feet wrapt in dead, wildlife: One nonchalantly, above the other

Elsewhen

I used to go, through glass now you see me, even when I not visible to myself, eyes turn round to when you are. I used to only hear myself, now your language and music

Down on the Wind Farm

An expressionist take on the new wind farm at Thanet.
Cherry

The first date

I tell her I am lonely, that I spend most of my time without any trousers on.

THE DUCK

THE DUCK

Stars song for You

If we lost years, were we lost? If we were lonely, why couldn't we run away from people? If we blamed ourselves, we know better now. We were just weak. If we were feeling dirty,

Planet Earth is blue 3

A story in 200 word chapters. You meet all sorts in prison.

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