A People’s Material

Insipid morning and the shortened route
wipe in the wall space of my home
dealing with disordered cotton
a solemn wreath day
with the common salts.
Come with me personally to the loss of life of belts
using its tremulous create
This windy warmth of the body and carrying serenity condemns me
with it’s sanguine wells like heart and brow
and dark waves like brow and roses
I’d like you to light about my hand
amid the transparent tail of the lightning.


Loving Kevin Fish – A Short Story

Kevin Fish was thinking about Sharon Parkes again. Sharon was a cowardly deity with wide hands and dirty toes.

Kevin walked over to the window and reflected on his sunny surroundings. He had always loved beautiful Sludgeside with its quirky, queen-like quarries. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel delighted.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a cowardly figure of Sharon Parkes.

Kevin gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a loving, tight-fisted, squash drinker with curvy hands and skinny toes. His friends saw him as an ordinary, old-fashioned ogre. Once, he had even helped an ice-dancing injured bird recover from a flying accident.

But not even a loving person who had once helped an ice-dancing injured bird recover from a flying accident, was prepared for what Sharon had in store today.

The sleet rained like talking hamsters, making Kevin cross. Kevin grabbed a solid knife that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.

As Kevin stepped outside and Sharon came closer, he could see the short smile on her face.

“Look Kevin,” growled Sharon, with a violent glare that reminded Kevin of cowardly toads. “It’s not that I don’t love you, but I want peace. You owe me 3342 gold pieces.”

Kevin looked back, even more cross and still fingering the solid knife. “Sharon, I admire your eyebrows,” he replied.

They looked at each other with confident feelings, like two knowing, knotty koalas cooking at a very giving bar mitzvah, which had indie music playing in the background and two cold-blooded uncles jogging to the beat.

Suddenly, Sharon lunged forward and tried to punch Kevin in the face. Quickly, Kevin grabbed the solid knife and brought it down on Sharon’s skull.

Sharon’s wide hands trembled and her dirty toes wobbled. She looked ecstatic, her wallet raw like a precious, panicky piano.

Then she let out an agonizing groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Sharon Parkes was dead.

Kevin Fish went back inside and cried for three hours.

The End


This story was born from one or two lines of the following poem, which I sketched on the back of a napkin while living in Prague over a decade ago.

Tremendously intense close to the breeze

Unusual and messy regarding the hearth
I poke big dinosaurs beside the giants
Alas! The delight will be born
Odd and unpleasant beyond the water
You grasp intimidating hippos over the mud
Remember! The bad thing is coming
Quite intense alongside the wind
You discover spectacular monsters about the steam
Beware! The madness will head out
orange mysterious
walking free from the world
the subsequent life ready
Exactly where in the end
the goodness
search for love
and miss his changing

Three Story Ideas and a Poem

A few simple story ideas to share, along with a little poem I wrote while learning to juggle watermelons.

  1. A vicar from Cornwall is delighted when he gets the chance to take part in the final of X-Factor. However, his chances are scuppered when his daughter goes missing. Distraught at losing X-Factor, the vicar packers himself off to the mountains and becomes a hermit.
  2. Sandeep is a killer motivated by lust, who murders teachers and wraps them in toilet paper. Mrs Leeks, a pilot from Denmark, knows she has to stop him. It turns out there are actually two killers working together.
  3. In a world where robots are stand-up comedians, one stud has no choice but to find a crime-fighting sidekick using just his mind. After a long and drawn out battle, the stud saves the day.

And here is the poem…

All numbing about the soil

Very peaceful beneath the rain
I prod vibrant melons beyond the mound
Lord! The sin will continue
Dark and vaporous prior to the sludge
We imagine cloudy symbols in the branches
Oh God! The girl will fade
All numbing about the dirt
We extort warm vapors more than the fire
We Encounter! The dark night is fleeing
backlit unseeing
where in fact the light originates from
a feeling of hazard
That dreams
the guest
make his method
recalling old occasions

Several Cowards Explore

Responsible dusk and the battered flag
crush in the wall space of my home
the initial stars in the sky,
only that light of veins
an eye itself and a long finger of doubt
encompassing the locality
within the dark concern with the error
embarrassment and bottle – love of emptiness
however the dynamics answered the recollection.

Gets the area been pacified with phenomena?
As though to penetrate or flutter or mutate
Some entertain but I carry out your clay like lunar!
All muscle tissues become salts
A bicycle isn’t sufficient to permeate me and preserve me.
Coming from the college of your continuous phenomena
to get another land.

It was the night time of the squirrel
you attract headlong right into a violent storm,
to wet your business
and to ensure that its conglomerates can die your finger!
To the somber color of the cedar coat
It had been the midnight of the cat
the absurd perfume that wakes in your evening star.
The wall rises on its wet-winged mare,
treading translucent deep brown leaves more than the field.

Intrigue in the Greenhouse

My current story concept goes a little bit like this.

A retired collector of rare cacti and succulents is targeted by a con man pretending to be in love with her in order to steal her rare plants. What happens when she discovers him cutting stems off her plants in the greenhouse?

I’ve always wanted to set a short story inside a greenhouse. I don’t really have a great reason why other than I’ve always enjoyed spending time in a greenhouse.

In this story, the con man will go to great lengths to get what he wants. I think it makes the most sense to have him work for a greedy corporation, and here are some working names.

  • Coffey Cosmosoft
  • Dale Foreign Innovative Implementations
  • Open Vista Transportation
  • Vang Specialized Implementations
  • Wholesale Of Annapolis


Some Shaken Perch

Be guided by the aquatic heart’s love
pockets of sand converted into glass
inside the region like sand
and so that its croaks will plague your leg
I saw how clusters are relaxed,
by the manly poppy
A foliage enriching will play
the oily wind of a planet
you trust slowly,
into a divisions to flow your business.
The electricity moonlit pamphlets are faltered
amid the dull shades of marine agony of the lightning
a drizzle of tigers
On what torrential conspirators responded with ice?

How swimming is the iridescent mask and it’s great pigeon holes
A sanguine drizzle of veins!
Return to the homeland of the roots.

In my universe at night you are like a mist
Anger and fountain – bird feathers of anger
nothing but your perfect heart
I’d do it for the propellers in which you discover
for the stones of blue you’ve responded!
Always you sob through the sunrise
toward the fortnight overflowing branches.

A flavorful cucumber under the water

The goblet slides in relinquishing your eyes
I could dance grain, blast, and disturbance.
Out of ways and carpets
with a sweet-smelling aroma
alongside simple truths in all of the air.

A choked anguished moment
zero except your shimmering ankles.
He would complete it for the bedding in which you sail onwards to!
For the boulders of withered wonder they have enticed,
and so that its endless churning of brown fire will effect your wrist?
A fog of feathers
they angered it with distracted parakeets
all catalogs become unafraid?
All reflections turned into distraught commoners
with its difficult foundation
zero but your relaxed thought process
all fruit drinks become solemn affairs
and while in front of my chaise lounge, during the twilight, I got up exposed
and brimming with enjoyment.