White Orchid fields

Why rests your home amongst dead leaves of orchids In search of sustenance from rain Green fields which once stood in palatial residences

Remember

Remember me when the twilight of your past lingers like amber leaf smoke swirling swirls, Around your mid-night nocturnal thoughts;

Vortices (less long)

You would be forgiven for hating this. Trimmed and (maybe) improved reading. Maybe you'll hate it less.

Next Spring

Today our summer ended early

Untitled

I behold the blank page eying me From its right angled corners Tunnelling my vision into its Bare expressionlessness Perfect lines are on its surface Begging to be intruded by

is this thing on?

is this thing on? in the inexorable time it takes, for late night crumpets to toast, i’d all but expired. little more than a practice ghost
Cherry

Animal (Chapter 15 - Part 2)

The man in the suit edges closer. The barrel of The Tall Man’s gun digs deep into him. His blade slides slowly across the Rider’s throat. A thin line trails, just enough.
Cherry

Animal (Chapter 15 - Part 1)

“Bless you, Father.” Peter smiles as he bows his head. The child below him grasps his finger in its deformed hand. He strokes its cheek. “Yes, the Lord has.”
Cherry

True Confessions - A Craven Danger Mystery

Betty Fletcher leaned forward and pushed the button on her intercom. “Mr. Danger?” said Betty. “Yes?” said Craven Danger. “Would you come into my office, please.”

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