Identity – Flash Fiction

Got on my fourth-ranked bus seat, and wondered what that meant. Why do I feel a need to prioritise these things? Possibly comfort of routine. Anyway here's some Flash Fiction Not that you aren't to be trusted, but we can't go giving things away. No, you'll have to earn like everyone else - that's Capitalism, … Continue reading Identity – Flash Fiction


Monday Dreamin’

Singing (singing? can I call it that?) some rough lines of S&G's The Boxer up to Waterloo, I keep last night's thought behind it.  Like many, I find fictional characters relatable. Can sound a bit weird - like all your buddies are talking lions and imaginary detectives - but it's not so strange.  Trains on … Continue reading Monday Dreamin’

Toad – pt.2 – Poetic Story

Continuing the story entitled Toad Beyond roughly sized rough ocean waters, Constance beholds a cultural country. Before her gaze sets out a vesseled hearse, Black bow plowing beneath white sail flies free. Sand receiving the prow and foreign feet, Messengers step with haste upward to speak. Constance deigns to hear them till near complete, But … Continue reading Toad – pt.2 – Poetic Story