The Far Shore

 The Far Shore Now, look across the bay to that far shore. Now, open your hand see the handful of sand you hold. Now, let the sand sift through your opening fingers. Now, the sand is all gone, turn and walk away. Do not turn back to see the mist as it descends to hideContinue reading “The Far Shore”

For A Reason

  ‘Of course,’ the Emperor’s aide said, glancing across at his master and catching the subtle movement of an eyebrow. He sighed. ‘Of course,’ he repeated. ‘We in the court were very shocked to hear about your recent misadventure, High Sheriff.’ Glift tried to remember how to smile as his head nodded at the aide’sContinue reading “For A Reason”

I Folded the Night

I turned the night around her, making sheets of darkness fold over her nakedness. Then I took the light of stars to show her the path through the night, towards the dawn where I would wait to meet her. She had to travel this folded night alone. Work her way through the maze of hoursContinue reading “I Folded the Night”

Hand Grenade Juggling Considered As A Sport

Pogo Stiltoncheese is probably the UK’s leading exponent of the extreme sport known as grenade juggling. Although, most practitioners of such extreme sports usually have a career measured in minutes, if not seconds, Stiltoncheese has been thrilling audiences with her abilities, albeit it at a safe distance, for nearly two whole years, with only theContinue reading “Hand Grenade Juggling Considered As A Sport”

Written In The Sand

So many words heaped up here into these shapes. Sculptures left here in this desert and scoured by the wind. Each word carved out of an unwilling stone and then dragged here through these trudging dunes in the teeth of the unceasing wind. Then we place them here as though these heaps of carved wordsContinue reading “Written In The Sand”


Socks Martin could hear the sound of distant drawers from the bedroom upstairs, Sally opening them; noisily rummaging through them and then ramming them shut again. “Socks! I said: socks!” Sally yelled down the stairs. “Socks?” Martin replied walking across to the bottom of the stairs and looking up. Sally appeared on the landing andContinue reading “Socks”

Out of Reach

What shapes the morning? We emerge out of the darkness into a dawn taking shapes from the shadows to build a world around us. We wait here, hidden under sheets, waiting for tomorrow to turn into today and now. What was too far out of reach ever to touch comes creeping in through these curtainsContinue reading “Out of Reach”

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