Empire of Whimsy
Poems, stories, alternative realities.
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After The Storm
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I never thought the I would side with an aggressor. “Never let the means unjustify the ends" But it's hard to have honour suffoca...
I Write To Still My Inside Songs
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I write to still my inside songs. But words escape, they flutter fecklessly away. I grit my teeth and bite my tongue. Verbal tics have ...
Davey Jones
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This body of water Swallows bodies of our daughters, bones of our sons. Unforgiving, dark, forbidding, Rolling roar at sinking sun. ...
The Monster Under The Bed
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My mother always shushed me when I went to her and said "I think there's a monster hiding underneath my bed" She said to m...
Green Eyed Monster
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This year, of all it's hardships This year, of all it's woes. This year of lessons, battles, losses, hurt and heaviness and sorro...
Pedestals
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Heed the mob with scythe and sickle, Burning torches, glassy eyes. Adoration false and fickle. Come to cut her down to size. They inves...
Uncomfortable Crown
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Stand 6ft back and deliver. Stand 6ft back motherfucker. Keep your distance, kill the virus. We're united as divided. Stay 6ft back...
Choices 2; an answer
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I've spoken about choices before, About how The decisions we make are more Or less Than we give them credit for. I find myself po...
The Belle of Bulgham Bay
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This verdant, windswept spit of land Ringed around with golden sands Tended by MecLir 's right hand Where magic makes its final sta...
Collectors
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Some people collect stamps. Some people collect coins. Some people make air fix models so well You can barely see the joins. Some peop...
I am Alpha
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Every third generation Comes a swell of population That is heavily swayed towards the masculine breed. Their forefathers before them On...
Picking Scabs
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Fire gazing family, Night breezes lazily Hissing through leaves and open windows. “what is it? Why the sudden stirring?” “hasten, chi...
Tomato
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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...
Psalm for Motorcyclists
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TT is here The wheel of prayer roaring Thirty seven and three quarters Of energy embedded in Sacrificially sanctified soil. This is...
Straight outta tha Pondy
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It's nice to be down with you Southside folk. Got my passport stamped by some Culture Vannnin bloke. He gave me ...
Slack Lining
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Heel to toe, heel to toe. Stepping carefully, stepping slow. Each foreshadowed print a potential mine; choose between conflicting signs. Th...
Present
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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 ...
Not to quote Jurassic Park, but -
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My dear fellow jugglers in the Cirque du Suburbia, you may think your home impervious to encroaching adult themes. But “Nature always f...
DOROTHIA
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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...
Winter Solstice
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History's hurts burst gracelessly and blur the polished edges of responses sponsored by maturity. Blurting half-burped mutterings of...
Yule Be Back
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A portal opened in my lounge sometime in mid-November. A velvet wrinkle overlapped and time’s quilt was oddly angled. Up went the ...
Tired
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I’m tired. I’m tired of hearing lies. Refutations, clarifications, retractions and denials. The rules of sophistry are easily learned abus...
Camping
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In this canvas-shanty-holiday town, you'll hear strange sounds when the sun goes down and played out families are tucked up tight ...
Are You Sitting Comfortably?
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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 ...
Anti-Shanty
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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, ...
Lyrical Living
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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 ...
Devon to Stafford
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Brace for re-entry. We are on the journey back from days of beautiful denomination. Microcosm Utopian of idealistic civilization. ...
Where's the Justice?
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The debutante floats down the stairs, gloriously made up dead-eyed stare. Hand rests light on banister. can’t grip too tight for ten...
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