This little tale is about a woman whose point of view contradicts those of the men who say they have known her carnally. And these men have said all sorts of things about her since they found out that she had given birth to a boy named Adam. Virginia has in turn retaliated by calling […]Read more "Plain Virginia and her controlling Lovers"
Dead Faith It is the custom of a town To allow a mock priest To dispense sacraments And bless the poor And pray for prosperity So that God would look kindly on the town, And when the real priest returns He is expected to continue the good work. The villagers ask the question; what […]Read more "The Dance of the Money Swans and other 100 word vignettes"
The Smiths had stayed in their camp beneath Cradle Mountain in Northwest Tasmania for almost six months, during which time they built their Huon pine ladder to the bridge which is to take them across the world. At last the clouds over Cradle Mountain cleared and it was the moment the Smiths began their journey. […]Read more "The Bridge to Tragedy"
“You are an apostate, my good older man. Do you know what apostate means Mr Smith? It means you’ve renounced our beliefs; you’ve turned your back on us Mr Smith. I cannot believe that after a rich life of career, fatherhood, wealth and good health, you are unwilling to help us in our quest to […]Read more "Mr Smith and the Official"
Victims of society While investigating child abuse In the Church Police found pornography And made it evidence, In its defense The Church then said The pornography is evidence Of parishioners’ sins. With much seductive speech she persuades. With her smooth talk she compels. All at once she is followed, as an ox goes to […]Read more "Victims of society and other 100 word vignettes"
I am very sick and it is upon a hospital bed where I lay. The refrains of country music surround me. I hate the stuff but it seems appropriate. The music heralds my last rendezvous. Death is woe. Loss is woe. I was born to die and I have journeyed in between. And woe to […]Read more "Thelema and the Hippies"
It has no beginning. Looking back it was and looking forward it is. Suppose one has to give it a name. How about Ingnoth. That will do. The universe. There is no end to Ingnoth. Take a point and travel from it. Ingnoth must have a beginning, and an end surely! Just travel. I travel, […]Read more "The Psychedelic cabbage shirt or how a Warthog turned out to be rather tasty"