The Prelude of a Flying Apricot: Voiceless Part 1

This is a tale of plain truth and has yet to be garnished by that of a liar's tongue. As clear as bread be made from flour, I have seen the ship that inspired this painting and can admit to standing upon its deck as it sailed from port on its maiden voyage. The Apricot … Continue reading The Prelude of a Flying Apricot: Voiceless Part 1 →

Complaints Department

In an office of executive minimalism, painted to be holistically awash with an abundance of cooperate grey, a single telephone rang fourteen times before it was answered. 'Welcome to the complaints department, how may I help you?' 'He-hello? Complaints?' 'Yes, my dear parrot, you are coming through quite clearly and with excellent resonance. Now, to … Continue reading Complaints Department →

Grass

'Grass is a carpet,' said Mat, yawning as he lent back onto a fence post and content in the belief that he had just discovered something quite profound.The land was vast in this part of the steppes, fields that swallowed the horizon stretched off in totalic wonder as the enormity of this world became unflatteringly … Continue reading Grass →

To Fish in a Waterless Creek with a non-existent Rod

On Coalbank road there is a bend of listless navigation and beside that bend there is a stump. Be it a marker or simple piece of passing scenery, this stump has become indelible to the bend of Coalbank road, existing as the setting sun that lives within an amber skyline. The dirt road of this … Continue reading To Fish in a Waterless Creek with a non-existent Rod →