How do you like your tea

‘How do you like your tea?’A voice to my right wrung hollow within the otherwise solemn emptiness of the museum corridor.Neutral white walls washed into a wooden floor of dull grey, interlinking itself within jigsaw pattern and shifting focus to the abstract of colour and artistry adorning the art wing’s vaulted walls. Each neat rectangle … Continue reading How do you like your tea →

To Fix a Fence

Separated by a fence line of horizon. Two neighbouring towns, devoid of landmark and postcode, both rested upon the edge of a dirt road so uninteresting that even most of the potholes hadn’t bothered to show up. Between these towns was a field of grass that had taken featurelessness to have been competitive; this field, … Continue reading To Fix a Fence →

The Morning Vast and Unquiet

Two men stared ponderously at the schematic of their broken radio. Both, gravely unsure and too terrified to ask if the plans were upside down, scratched their heads and made considered hmm-like noises, while each hoping that the other may have a moment of epiphany so they could radio in for more milk.The sky was a … Continue reading The Morning Vast and Unquiet →

Clarity through the base of a glass

I saw it, perfectly resonant within utmost clarity. Criss-crossed lines of overpolish glow luminescent behind the last draught of ale as my tipped glass catches the sun, refelcting in golden radiance.A late-Autumn wind ambles through the sky and appears to almost steal the daylight from the air as it passes, following the sun’s dip below … Continue reading Clarity through the base of a glass →

To Manufacture a Planet

Simple really, the needs of existence grow more complex as time progresses onward.Think of a newborn baby, a human that is incapable of surviving without assistance. But, unlike their adult contemporaries, this child’s needs can be met moderately easily. We age, we learn, and within reason we gain reason.This is where things begin to get … Continue reading To Manufacture a Planet →

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 →

They call me Cloth!

Crisscrossed and tumbling over itself, the mostly sentient bulk lumbered its way through a wall and into the sewer canal. A mass of ambulatory garbage, bulging with the assorted detritus of much that was unmentionable, tracked a smear of someting gastly behind its form as it slid across the brickwork.One single thought drifted through the … Continue reading They call me Cloth! →

Up Round at the Tavern by the River’s Edge

A neat row of bottles stood proudly on their display shelf behind the bar of Dorrily river tavern.Locals who gossip in forever rounding circles of weather and fading memories, invariably wander towards the realm of drunken speculation as the night grows tired. What was the actual difference between a king’s pint and a double half-pint, … Continue reading Up Round at the Tavern by the River’s Edge →

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 →

A Letter for the Mountain Troll

‘Well that was unexpected.’ Long ago a fretful king watched as his borders diminished with the frailty of a waxless candle.Dreading the eventual destruction of his capital, the king panicked and chose to form a small group of mounted scouts, in hopes that a system of quickly delivered correspondence could allow him enough time to … Continue reading A Letter for the Mountain Troll →