As a child aged six and savvy
Well-versed and knowledgeable
I insist on a haircut at the hair salon
“…the same as [insert name]”
A pop idol Read more
Instead of a curved profile, rising from the case,
Each fairy cake had sunk in the middle.
“I told you not to open the oven door until they were ready!”
said Mrs. Clitherow, “Twenty minutes, a full twenty minutes!” Read more
Unsure if the darkened cafe is actually open,
You sweep inside and straight past the hosts,
Despite their earnest efforts to engage.
Princess Karoline calls you ‘dapper’ –
Referring to your outfit Read more
Stood in his narrow kitchen, staring vacantly at the blister pack held between his fingers and thumb, the new pills – Johnson concluded, simply weren’t working. Like the ones he’d been placed on before, and the one’s before the one’s before. The same as always, his deep depression, chronic introversion and social anxiety paralysed him. This, despite the elapse of two years since his first prescribed treatment. Read more
With some difficulty, Super Dan climbed in through the Police Commissioner’s fourth floor office window, displacing several ornaments and a dried flower arrangement onto the plush carpet.
“You called?” he said panting to catch his breath while pulling the long sleeves of his gloves back into place.
“Yes Dan Man! We need your help and also some of your assistance.” said the Police Commissioner.
“Hey, hold on! I’m Super Dan, not Dan Man.” Read more
This time around,
when an alert
of an upcoming birthday
displayed across a calendar,
I felt no gratitude
for the reminder.
“… so, what I am saying is this, that by observing ants closely, you’ll see they don’t do anything stupid,” Chloe said, “they always walk in orderly lines, carrying leaves, twigs and so forth, back to the nest.”
“Well not always, they sometimes fall off branches,” Anna interjected, looking left and right for an opening in the queue of traffic, “that doesn’t seem too clever.”
Warning: this short story contains some swear words, implied nudity and chauvinistic ‘pigotry’, all deemed as essential to the plot.
“Finally, what took you so long? It’s a bit late to still be lazing around in bed. Here, take the bloody parcel, I’ve got a shed-load to get through this morning and I’m falling behind just by talking to you. You’ve absolutely no idea.” Read more
After a hard day at the office creating recipes for death on a massive-scale using famine and persecution, while saving some time for wanton destruction of cultural artefacts and so on, there was nothing Mao Zedong liked more, than playing with children’s building blocks.
you wear those pads
secured with elastic
under your feet
to preserve your beautiful arches
disbelief reverberates through the words
within your question Read more