A letter from Nazgod

04/06/97 Uncle Kamarind, dearest I have so much to tell you about my experiences living among the Parmarians in Nazgod that it is difficult to know exactly where to begin.

Road Trip

We're cutting a line below the star-spangled dome, through the dry grasslands and the forested hills. The trail we leave is not always straight and the journey we make is haltering.

Villains

So who visited you in your childhood bed? -The old man in red or the woman with wings? Or perhaps other unearthly things. Or maybe the villains who arrived at night

End of day at South Ealing tube

On a platform bench...

The ramblings of a mad man.

A little poem I wrote whilst bored, not really sure where it went, confused myself a little!
Cherry

DREAM CHILD

In the half-light of my waking dream....
Cherry

Ashes (IP)

The soft crackle of the pan lifted bubbles of anticipation. Little wafts of smoke played in the kitchen - flirting between the candles. Mushrooms in and season.

Freedom at last

What it is: to bring a statue to life...

Dark Light

xii "he would say"

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