Empire of Whimsy

We all sing the songs of souls lost at sea and preserve in musical amber memories. But what of the land-bound in fishermen’s towns, ...

So I’ve been to all these gigs and listened to the bands and heard how nobody understands the loss they feel, the heartbreak, the ...

Brace for re-entry. We are on the journey back from days of beautiful denomination. Microcosm Utopian of idealistic civilization. ...

The debutante floats down the stairs, gloriously made up dead-eyed stare. Hand rests light on banister. can’t grip too tight for ten...

Suitcase castors skitter-clattering fights the cloudburst pitter-pattering battering homeward jetlagged smattering of tourists i...

May all the marks you leave on this world be positive (and not in only a footnote kind of way). May all the hearts that are touched ...

Stella lived her life in a most dramatic vein. One crisis was replaced by another each with limited arc and time-frame. Each morning mon...

The time it slips, it slips away. Handfuls of sand through fingers greying and shrinking inside their skins, knuckles gnarled and buckle...

Romero was a romantic. Voluntary Zombification wasn’t included in his epic. Nor was informational monetisation . We are the mu...

Hillside. Blue sky. Breath blowing above squinting eyes. Watch the clouds sprinting by. At once- a dragon, a lamb. Souls of ...

Annie Ziyah would drink tea but wrings her hands incessantly. Hunched and bunched and bundled in her cardigan she is the plague ...

Wake up, late. Dry mouth. Morning after the house warming party before state and yawning, stretch. Slight retch at tequila backw...

Shen yn aggle t’orrym writing lines Nar ta lane yss ayd t’ou data mined. Jean eh my shegin dyt. Lig dhou ginsh yn irriney dhit: ...

We wear our palms out applauding luck as if there's any skill in such; like raffle tickets are determined by solid research. Candles...

They’ve worked out I’m a cyclist, but not a pedaled clown. I don’t take ‘roids to speed me up, I use yellows to slow me down and I n...

When discussing women who can change the world I would be remiss not to mention this girl. She is witty, bold and beautiful. She loves...

it’s tomorrow already and all days are gone. what once was hope’s now broken, floating            motes. it’s too much already a...

This year's Manx LitFest was a whirl of inspiration for me. I managed to attend more events than last year, but still not all of the...

***TO BE READ IN A BROAD NORTHERN ENGLISH ACCENT*** Bob and Mary live in a semi. They spend most every evening watching repeats on the...

We are all searching for some meaning. This curse of consciousness silk screens our experiences into something more than just living...

“Those who can, do. Those who can’t, teach.” is used usually at the end of a speech in that tone of sneering smugness reserved for...

As I woke the other day the sky broke. Big, grey splotches on concrete. Each one a cocktail thrown by an ex-lover in defeat. Dre...

I got to the scene and wouldn’t you know, there were people about, watching the show. Squinting eyes under clammy palm, I can just a...

Definitions of self are elusive at best, Perceptions formed through actions or reactions or inactions that surprise. The lies we...

The gift of a science celestial. It’s the atmosphere’s firework festival. The night is a warm one, breath-catchingly clear with the ...

She came in breathless, restless, shaking looking for something calming to take in light of the heartless news he’d broken. Miles fr...

Once there was a company that traded magic beans. It co-opted people’s tragedies, it monetarised their dreams. Selling wishes gr...

Look, we need to have a chat. I’m getting a bit fed up with dealing with the fall out of your drama. And it’s not only that, m...

“They didn’t get rid of you, then?” They all said, eyes glinting. The gossip-beast slavering to be fed. “Got rid of me? Hah! For w...