Continued from Part 2   Maria groaned. “But we’ve done four times this weekend already! And anyway Jurassic is far too dangerous, and we haven’t filed a flight plan and…” Her voice was drowned by a well honed grizzle from the back seat.   “Mummieeeeee! Daddy promised. I want to do one more time […]

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  Continued from Part 1   On the other hand, option B was to cave in with all the moral fortitude of melting jelly and grant his daughter the request for “one more time”. In this case he would lose about an hour of his evening. But with a bit of luck Jasmine might go […]

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      “Oh pleeezzzeeee! Daddy pleeeezzzeee! Can’t we do just one more time? Just one more before we go home.” Seven year old Jasmine’s incisive voice managed yet again to resonate through the vehicle in inverse proportion to her size and age.   Donald Cunningham was tired. The family had been visiting all weekend […]

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The Poet That Ran Out Of Rhyme     There’s a metaphor just beyond reaching An intuitive je ne sais quoi It’s a wave that was all set for beaching that dispersed in a dearth of sangfroid.   It’s a mirror that gives no reflection Like a clock’s hands too tired to turn It’s a […]

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            You take the pine dining suite; the chairs are rickety, almost gone. They are nearly as old as our love. We bought them the year our first child was born.   I shall compensate myself with the sofa from the lounge – the one we bought twelve years ago, […]

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    I am darkness I am light burning day and blackened night. I am laughter I am pain I am sunshine I am rain. I am force unleashed in power, I am the Tao within the flower. I am spirit, I am essence, solid rock and effervescence, unbound strength and burning fire, satiate, yet […]

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    Asphyxiation       He is sitting in a small study, facing a window that stares out over terracotta rooftops to the foliage beyond, which even now is sliding into the chaotic dilapidation of autumn. Lost, somewhere amongst the unmapped mountain ranges of his mind, occasionally he stumbles on a single thought that […]

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The Thespian I have outlived my time. Born to a life of tinkering, I have been forced against my will to live into an age when the concept of repair has become alien. To your generation the mere thought of mending a domestic appliance is laughable. Yours is the age of the disposable, the throwaway. […]

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Bull’s Christmas Shopping   Bull went into the shopping mall, His Christmas presents to buy A clock for Aunt Maude, A teapot for Claude And a kite for his nephew to fly.   But Albert the sheep With considerable cheek (But on Bull, well, he always relies) Had asked for a comb and some hair […]

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The Fly with the Sty in His Eye I once did espy From the side of my eye A little black fly As he flew through the sky And that poor little fly Had a sty in his eye.   “Would you like me to try,” I said to the fly, “To put balm on […]

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Have you ever thought how posh is The gnat in his galoshes? Then remember how much dosh is represented when he sloshes Through the snow. And consider how much tosh is Often spoken of galoshes when the gnat sits down and noshes and when he –  but oh my gosh! Is that the time? Then […]

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    Genghis: An obituary   This is the obituary Of Ghengis, my beloved flea A member of my family Whose passing was calamity.   Now Genghis hatched a tiny flea As little as the eye could see but nonetheless would grow to be A special flea, a prodigy. He grew into maturity Comporting with […]

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  The March of The Darkness Bearers     When the world enters its Netherdeath, silence will seep from the fissures of Edenspring to pool like venous blood from an odious battle wound.   Then will come the Darkness Bearers.   They will march from the land that some call ‘East,’ whereof the Fathers write […]

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                                     There’s a full moon tonight, and a sky full of stars, but they’re hidden behind a dense bank of cloud that smothers the light like a fire blanket thrown over a blaze. He’s waited close to the Drop Point, concealed behind a tree since before eleven p.m. with nothing to read but the Flight […]

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  The deal was quite a simple one really. Charles – that’s my sister Marcie’s husband – believes in ghosts and I don’t. At least I didn’t. He’s got money and I haven’t, so when he challenged me to put my beliefs to the test with the offer of a big fat payoff, I wasn’t […]

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Blog Post 49: Des Res Part 4   Continued from Part 3   Of course, I was doubled up with laughter by now! But I can remember what I said, down to the last word. “Well shit on my grave, Charlie-baby,” I said to him “The spirits are here for you and not me after […]

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  Continued from part 2   Nothing of note happened during the evening. I contented myself with reading the newspaper and glancing occasionally at Charles, who had eventually slid into the green armchair on the other side of the inglenook. Well, about midnight, just after the obligatory antique grandfather chimed the new day in, the […]

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