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 →

The Balendup Tributary II

Article taken from the Balendup Tributary, dated February the 19th 1996 New Creek Crossing a 'Bridge to Balendup's Future' 'The sky was never really a limit,' Geffrey Markson announced to the collected media pit today, its mass of mottled journalists clipping irregularly over ardent note taking and a gaze that was yet to unsettle the … Continue reading The Balendup Tributary II →

Afternoon at a Yard of Bricks and Lawn

The heat was pleasant, in the distance of several fence-lines a lawnmower hummed against the melody of a Sunday afternoon. The smell of dry-cut grass, the call of laughter from the park across the road, every piece had been interwoven into a tapestry of the perfect day and its beautiful simplicity was awashed with a … Continue reading Afternoon at a Yard of Bricks and Lawn →

Come As You Are

Come as you are; for that is how we’ll remember you. It was cold, I can remember the mist as your pale smile said goodbye and you turned to step into absence, words caught in ice and wisping from existence just as if the night too had left me alone. The white light of the … Continue reading Come As You Are →

A Confrontation in the Lobby

'Now open the door before I open it with you,' Tony Valleri said in a brutalist form of monotone to the porter who stood by the entrance to Krisnial's hotel. The crime boss had a bluntness lain upon his every inflection implying to anyone in his vicinity that they were about to become a statistic. … Continue reading A Confrontation in the Lobby →

Morning’s Bluster

There’s a lot to take in during a really good panic. That sudden ripple of falling and the ground rising up from beyond where you stand, two beats of a heart leaping upwards and the bookend of adrenaline clutching at an edge you hadn’t yet noticed. As if she were a thumb cast across the … Continue reading Morning’s Bluster →

I Made a Friend

I made a friend. It feels a sad thing to admit now that I've written it down, but the fact is that I've usually struggled whenever meeting someone new.I should say that I'm not a total basket case, despite my rambling ruining the argument; It's just that words are hard, they're a tangle of lagging … Continue reading I Made a Friend →