Fluid World; Far from the Madding Crowd

A black mass of people swarmed out of my head into paper, radiating many colours of excitement… or a speedy … More

Flowers of Grandma’s Faith

Her beautiful silver hair tied neatly in a braid, she has a distant look in her eyes. She tells me … More

“Careful!” she heard. “What!? No!” she seemed hurt. “Not all fabrics feel the same on your skin.“ Wide-eyed, the former, … More

It is as if he does not really belong here, as if he is a ghost who has somehow been … More

There are dreams and there are visions The night before I heard your story, I’ve a strong sense it had … More

An uneventful day it had been for the most part, but as the evening drew in, there seemed to be … More

Squishy squashy crawly bug called Mister Doug hardly seemed to be in a hurry of any kind whatsoever. He languished … More

Pixalated, a picture persists Narrating neverlandish tales I watch as memory fails The pixalated picture resists I watch as it … More

From silence to life floates he Dancing his way to ecstasy From silence to realization Is a meadow, no mock … More