Monthly Archives: August 2018

Without you

 You don’t come here anymore I wait inside and watch the door Sitting, writing, standing still Looking, hearing, in a haze No one comes to me today Or any day at all I think back to another day A day … Continue reading

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They’re Coming – The Monkoship Returns

“We’re back again. Their future here is over,” said Commander Gordo. The Monkoship crew saluted Gordo. They greeted him loudly. “EeeeK, oh, oh oh. EeeeK, oh, oh oh. EeeeK, oh, oh oh.” Gordo smiled. ‘It’s great to be back.’ The … Continue reading

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Coming

Slithering from the tunnels, red slime bursts upwards out of a hundred holes. The wash ejaculates in thousand feet high pillars, appears to hover then plunge back to earth flooding the streets. City dwellers stand transfixed in their shoes or … Continue reading

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Fringing out

 I can see it coming Say the voices in my head Like an apocalyptic trailer Showing how we get to dead I’m tagged to take on the horror Now the secret’s out for all That ice cold baths abound When … Continue reading

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long knives

  olive oil rusts my white bone in cold winter sun like a matchbox spark on a night without moonlight northern presence shows in romantic form as crickets sing a background disharmony waiting, waiting, for the start off all in … Continue reading

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