Stories

  • Duty

    She lay on the floor; I couldn’t tell what force had laid her there. She lay…

  • I’m building

    Such a sad sorry photograph: younger, thinner, less lined face, smoking a cigarette, grinning, gurning for…

  • “S’ok No Thanks Necessary…”

    I was terrified; the days of rolling thunder were upon me again. The window cold and…

  • Stsss…Bmmn…Stsss,stsss,Bmmn,Bmmn-Stsss….

    Tally is riding the pavement again. Somewhere he is ‘King of the Mountain’ -good old Tadej…

  • Nursery Slopes

    One of the (supposedly) gentler arts is that of Therapist. Meet Charisma, Charisma is serious people.…

  • ‘Good ole Sal’

    I’m going to call her Sal, though she was never a Sal. Never an abbreviation, too…

  •  Static:

    Static, soft as rain thru’ canvas pours from conversations. “We don’t conversate no mo’!”  She yells…

  • It wasn’t always like this, back then I had an edge to my stupidity, maybe it…

  • The girl who would from the land of should.

    ‘Ted’ has grown larger now, the two pregnancies so far apart, the toll of relationships in…

  • Holding a torch

    “I hold a torch, it’s not one that I consciously picked up, carry or even want…