Empire of Whimsy

Fire gazing family, Night breezes lazily Hissing through leaves and open windows. “what is it? Why the sudden stirring?” “hasten, chi...

In my drive to self sufficiency Indoor gardening appealed to me, So I hung them in the windowsill, Ingredients 3. I knew it was a risk...

TT is here The wheel of prayer roaring Thirty seven and three quarters Of energy embedded in Sacrificially sanctified soil. This is...

It's nice to be down with you Southside folk.   Got my passport stamped by some Culture Vannnin bloke. He gave me ...

Heel to toe, heel to toe. Stepping carefully, stepping slow. Each foreshadowed print a potential mine; choose between conflicting signs. Th...

We are here and now but how to get out of this mess is the question. Grotesquely gratefully undertaken guilt in the lands that colonialism ...

My dear fellow jugglers  in the Cirque du Suburbia, you may think your home impervious to encroaching adult themes. But “Nature always f...

Ladies and Gentlemen, I'd like you to meet my friend. Her name is DOROTHIA, She lives risks and sets trends. Her Diabetes is type 2...

History's hurts burst gracelessly and blur the polished edges of responses sponsored by maturity. Blurting half-burped mutterings of...

A portal opened in my lounge sometime in mid-November. A velvet wrinkle overlapped and time’s quilt was oddly angled. Up went the ...

I’m tired. I’m tired of hearing lies. Refutations, clarifications, retractions and denials. The rules of sophistry are easily learned abus...

In this canvas-shanty-holiday town, you'll hear strange sounds when the sun goes down and played out families are tucked up tight ...

If you like the theatre, or going to live shows there's a whole cast of characters who to you are quite well known. I'm ...

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 ...