Introversion, love, hate, and the blemishes of life.

  Hey hey World!   As of tomorrow, I am removing my blog spaces from public view. Life has rolled the dice in favour of fate rather than luck, and as such, I am pulling on the personal invisibility cloak of self.   So, whilst Maggie Trout, Bast, Death, and those other pots on the…

“That’s a funny place to get a dagger stuck!”

  ‘I remember,’ said The Roman to Death, ‘thinking that “I bet the bloody wife is right” when I spoke to Decimus last night.’ ‘Is that so dear?’ replied Death ‘Well I would have expected this from Brutus and Cassius, but Decimus too? Fair enough the young chap is nearly 20 years younger than me,…

The Misanthrope Miscellany

If it hadn’t been for my body at my feet, it would never in a lifetime occurred to me that I would find myself seated before, well, ‘Her’? On opening my eyes to the darkness, her loose blue rinse perm and the pink old lady dressing gown she wore gently glowed. Had I a pulse, it would…

Destination unknown

I am standing in the rain. I am drenched. I am happy. This day has bought much joy to my heart. Well it would at least, but for my lack of one. Those stupid folk!  So easily deceived! So easily led astray! How they quail before the beautiful, beautiful rain! Dashing hither tither in search…

In hell, I’ll be in good company

  Cold sweat and steady rain dripped from every part of her being. Terror gnawed at her gut, her nausea was overpowering. On shapely lithe legs she ran, and ran, and ran. With fear to guide her, it was less the ‘to’, but rather the ‘from’, that had her sprinting bare footed in a pair of old…

“I killed them all!” laughed Father Time to Mother Nature.

Lying behind these lack lustre, whimsical if it so pleases you, eyes of mine. Dread portal’s to this, my very soul. A hellish black beast stirs. Raising its foul head, it is the breath of a corpse that reaches forth like a snare. Horrid, pungent, unrelenting. Washing over you, me. Something, as vile as a torrent…

Hmmmm…….’Special’ or ‘Challenged’, a reflection.

  This is a little hard to report with a straight face, but it seems that some of the dead can’t rest in peace. In the Australian Journal of Parapsychology, a Brazilian researcher reports on his efforts to “narrate and analyse some psychological phenomena perceived in dead people.” Getting inside the minds of the living…

He found Death to the east, and Death had her quota filled.

  With that, the day got hotter, and smoke rose vertically from the fires into the scorching cloudless sky without a whisper of wind to disturb it…………………… ………………..At around 5 in the afternoon come evening, it was sound, rather than smell, that caused Harry Smart to wake in fright from his make shift bed beneath the…

It’s been a lonely, lonely, time

  This is 100% true.   Early on a grey Sunday morning sometime in the mid 1970’s, I would have been five or six at the time, there was a ‘knock’ at our front door. This in itself was a highly irregular occurrence, as no one used our front door, the back door was the…

Christmas and Mr. Jones’s infamous locker.

Wine; oysters; your love. Her. Sunlight. A stiff breeze. Salt and laughter fill your smile; her smile. Love! Oh love! Your love. Your love and her love. Love. So profane; surreal; profound! You examine each perfect iris; each so blue as to shame, lapis lazuli perhaps? The blue wing of the butterfly ‘Morpho didiyour’? The…

You are my unguarded moment

I miss you like sleep, I need you like air. You are the words of a poet, you are the voice of an angel. ‘Her’, that is who you are, ‘Her’, that is my living dream. ♥ A picture is apparently a thousand words, yet, when you move beside me when we sleep, there are not…