My House That Whistles Merry as a Teapot

I must say, and I really must for this is my own internal monologue, that the afternoons were certainly beginning to get cold.Not cold as in quiet days of shivered toes jumping under the doona with a good crime novel, but the kind of cold that snaps grass into frost and adds a weight to … Continue reading My House That Whistles Merry as a Teapot →

The migatory habbits of the housebound pot plant

Left corner just by the fridge: the aspidistra sits quietly, an undying phoenix of pot plant regalia and evergreen staple of apartment decor; this plant, though never truly blending into its position, has been shuffled across the many diffrent corners, of hundres of apartments, more frequently than a game of chess played with only one … Continue reading The migatory habbits of the housebound pot plant →

To Lay Carpet Within a Mortuary

‘What should we drink too?’ ‘Well how about we drink to the continued memory of your existence and how it burdens us to this very day’ Uncorking a bottle that was either vodka or formaldehyde–the labeling system of the mortuary was admittedly poor–Regan took a cautionary swig from the bottle: employing the scientific method of … Continue reading To Lay Carpet Within a Mortuary →

Tuba knight and the order of the Sousaphone

Steel clattered upon brass as a symphonic gale of wind swept across the battlefield and brought stillness to the clearing. Armour whistling with resonance Mikhael the Tuba knight removed his bell helmet and wiped the dirt and from his bleary eyes. An arrow, deeply embedded into his shoulder, caused his movements to be wrapped within … Continue reading Tuba knight and the order of the Sousaphone →

A dreary pine copse, I walk so lightly through thee

‘So when do you belive the hallucinations began Jack? Actually, when do you think that they stopped?’ the doctor asked, a pencil line of frowning lips adding yet another crease to his already crumpled face. Interlocking his fingers and leaning forward, the elderly doctor tutted under his breath and gave a long considerative blink while … Continue reading A dreary pine copse, I walk so lightly through thee →

A brief ode to the T7

It begins at platform 0:A tacked on extension of necessity in afterthought. In championing the rich history of a twice redundant train line, the laughing throng of suited jacks and polished media shook hands as they announced a specious budget and broke the graded ground below so that construction may begin: workers standing by to tack … Continue reading A brief ode to the T7 →

To Filt in the Waining Sun

The light was on, that’s always a good sign. Roger was always pretty adamant to turn the lights off when no one was home; he used to say things like ‘the house should get a chance to sleep too,’ before…anyway, he was always a bit funny. Walking up the stairs Mark knocked on the front door … Continue reading To Filt in the Waining Sun →

Why waste words?

During his last speech Basil had hoped to remind the public that despite the dangers of these uncertain times it was important to continue to think of others and most of all remain calm, but, despite his best intentions, all Basil managed was to cause a localised outbreak of hysteria. Mentioning the word calm roughly 34 times … Continue reading Why waste words? →

The Nebulous They and Thoughts on the Ibis

To those who are concerned. They’d cut the water off. I’ve never met whoever a them really is, the collective that assembled to maintain civilisation, fueled by paperwork and a perpetual need to do something for eight hours a day. I’m sure that they all have names, they often do: Mack; Alice; Jebson; Tim, anything is possible. … Continue reading The Nebulous They and Thoughts on the Ibis →

To Fix Somthing

“Please fix” said a note left taped to a gauge.Broken, but not the literal sense. Ten minutes into dead run the primary transformer blew and pissed oil into the sump well.Tired eyes, once so close to sleep, became glazed with the already half-expected prospect of another double-shift fixing transformer no.2. The windings needed a return, honestly … Continue reading To Fix Somthing →