Month: December 2015

The friends who met at 19 Gale Peep

Fast fading melodies heroes of song, inside the door of 19-gale peep. The leaves that led to crickets wood, where our mad moon faced creature still sleeps. So quiet the measureless expanse of time, now that door of dreams bluebells hide. Oh what I’d give to once more wake in that world, and live in that magic inside. Make me…

Why Aliens don’t eat corn flakes

There is in the underworld of Mars, a bar that only serves green things. It is run by the Smarties. The Smarties were doing ok until a Kit Kat (A Kit Kat was a robot that that came to the Greens as a Construction kit) pressed the red button (The red Button was the favorite food of His Drabness the…

Frost on the sundial

Perfect days, roads to the highway of the milky- way, leaves that beckoned autumns chill to the houses on Slum Street. A memory written on God’s map, into a mind that can no longer remember, gone to senilitys slumber land. Are we the stuff that dreams are made on? A pulse in the eternal mind, or are we travelling into…

I hate email

Every time I email, I feel a deep sense of betrayal, like an unicyclist with a banana stuck up his nose. I see no face, not even ink, soon I wont have to think, they will stick an electrode in my brain and we will, ‘communicate’. What a God forsaken drag modern life is? Where is flesh and bone, that…

From Life to No Man’s Land

I see you on that old coastal path, when the tide of our young day was new, before the world turned sour, before they stole our hours, before millions cowered and surrendered hope for certainty. When mystery flooded our souls and our hearts were woven in human joys. A vast unmeasured sea spread out before us like God’s retina uncharted.…

A time out of mind

On a hilltop, the Suffolk laborer works the harvest without a question why? The rich man’s children walk over the unmarked graves of plague families. A storybook picture on a pure unadulterated English landscape, I am just believing, I am the picture. “Stuff that dreams are made on”, flesh built on bones of sin with no talk of an “English…