Shade under a Lone Gum Here before me stands a gnarly old tree, And I staggers up to it and I asks ‘Dear tree, what is the gist of thee?’ I’d been walkin’ many a mile Day and night, over gully and hill, All me tucker, I’ve had me fill, All me necessaries are […]Read more "Poems"
This is the moment World Championship Wrestling fans have been waiting so long for. Tonight’s title match between ‘Brute’ Critical Thinking and Mr ‘Wham Bam’ Metaphysic will decide once and for all who the ‘honest to god’ world wrestling champion should be. ‘Brute’ or ‘Wham Bam’ – the world of wrestling just isn’t big enough […]Read more "‘Brute’ Critical Thinking vs. ‘Mr Wham Bam’ Metaphysic – A narrative of a WCW title fight held at Madison Square Garden, November 9, 1989"
A young woman by the name of Euphosyne, even though by the fate of having Asperger’s Syndrome she cannot see humor in anything, is nonetheless happy. That is by her singular admission. And she is adamant about it. She has to be because she lives in a society, which in the past having been liberal […]Read more "Euphosyne’s Task"
Anything is His It is not mind filling To tell a child from an early age That there is a God Awaiting the child At the end of days Provided sins are atoned for Through confession and prayer, Is it? For no prophecy was ever produced by the will of a human, instead […]Read more "All The World Needs Is Love and other 100 word vignettes"
A Pilgrimage through Carnage At a short distance from The Town on Hooke Sea in a concealed humidi-home, a social conciliator, revered for his impartiality, is passing his day off in pleasant solitude and quiet comfort. The surrounding Red Planet inhabitants, so that they might profit from his wisdom, have brought him today’s surplus provisions […]Read more "Three Flash Stories"
A big hello to me, Terry Steppenwolf, from he who talks to himself because he has some experiences about which he’d like to tell himself, because there is no-one else to talk to in this place. Hello Terry. Hello you, my listener, my friend in my unconscious, who has come up this evening to listen […]Read more "Fingers of God"
Thy Thirst shall never be Slaked So that the human world might not decay A beautiful and strong god-man In his natural prime Was taken to a mountain top And slain, Then his blood ran as streams And was pure and clear By the time it got to dry lips. But since human […]Read more "Living in a World of Stone and other 100 word vignettes"