Brand "X" , and ACME, poems and stories. Surreal, sappy, funny, horrific, and human.
we gathered that night, impromptu. music was rumoured. by the bush, secluded. a small fire, falling to embers. things brought were guitars, harps, a fiddle, a beatbox. and a voice … Continue Reading Just a singer in a rock and roll band
I brought you a present ‘Twas an old cuckoo clock From a second hand store in the city On its top was a pheasant And it said “Tick-a-Tock” So I … Continue Reading A Cuckoo clock Christmas
the adolescence of a nameless bird studied, through patio glass nothing to eat here, my friend one or three peremptory pecks he makes, then sees me why aren’t you flying … Continue Reading In plain sight
how has it come to this pass has it all been for love unrequited or that yours has never been seen all that you have reached for all the rare … Continue Reading Say not goodnight
I accidentally smiled today it couldn’t have been clearer I caught myself when passing by the lavatory mirror ‘Twas you I hadn’t seen for months your funny face appearing I … Continue Reading Silly one
Irene’s lovely spirit had indeed changed Jack over the years. Spring was coming now, and he looked back at his winter as having been worthwhile. Since Irene’s death, he had … Continue Reading Oh, that magic feeling
I have brushed my teeth now and the mother says it is time for my bed but first you must piggyback me down the hall my feet must not touch … Continue Reading Good night, sleep tight
what makes a nightmare for you? says the man who’s been stunted ’cause his whole life he’s been hunted what makes a nightmare for you? when cold comfort is all … Continue Reading For You
They headed down the valley With their wine and picnic lunch. The periwinkles blooming They gathered by the bunch. Happily remembering The times that they had spent As children, in the … Continue Reading Periwinkles
She works all day, all week Nigh to thirty years at the same mundane place Nothing to show but her name in the company newsletter And a couple of gold … Continue Reading My Wife Story
A person very close to me met his death, at a young age, some years ago. Cancer it was, and it spread very rapidly, a “good thing” for those of … Continue Reading Loss and blame
