What is peppermint tea? Peppermint tea says a lot about you as a person. It says “Hey this guy or gal is a rambunctious go getter and man they’re looking really swell today.” Unfortunately the psycofrequencial good vibes emitted by the, very encouraging, tea are at a polar dissonance to human brain patterns and can … Continue reading What is Peppermint?
Category: Early stuff
Stuff published pre 2019.
Think of it as a hipster cafe.
Weight Of Weight
“Clocks move slower than time. It’s science, or at least something very science adjacent, surely. If only they’d fund the research.” The nebulous definition of “they” in which the bored thoughts flitted lackadaisical, were beginning to move onward toward what many male thoughts will do if given idleness. “If that man came at me … Continue reading Weight Of Weight
The Two Undertakers
While ambling down main street, not one month ago, I passed the local graveyard. Now I am in no way a morose person but the whims of the fickle caused me to take a stroll within.As I passed some beautifully constructed memorials my wanderings approached two Gravediggers toiling upon a fresh grave. One, A rather portly … Continue reading The Two Undertakers
Yawn, Breakfast
The sunrise falls with the familiar thud of a Tuesday morning. Bleeps of urgency, hidden amongst the repercussions of an anarchistic filing system, leave three dreams short of enough sleep to collect their fragments and give consciousness a try.The “merrily” chirping alarm, continues to go about its job with such a professional aplomb that it … Continue reading Yawn, Breakfast
Good Weather For Digging
A grey day, Grey in two states. Moods of the overcast stillness, that often ebbs into a clouded sunday, leaves a brooding wind to make the summer temperature all the more noticeable. This greyness is passing, it holds you to bed for that extra hour, it makes distance just slightly further away and the effort … Continue reading Good Weather For Digging
Book By The Old Oak
There’s a tiny story behind every happenstance. A book, diminutive in size, lays open upon the grass in the shade of an oak tree, its pages slowly beginning ruffled by a soft wind drifting past. The pages turn with a flick, then lingering as if held in place by a dreaming reader skimming over a disinteresting … Continue reading Book By The Old Oak
Sunday Short Stories 