W’rds I Didst Not Sayeth, But Hath Felt The Urge To… (A G’rmaphobe Writes)

H're satteth tabl'd in Oxf'rd's heart, Covet'd tav'rn from yesteryear.Present to hark on what folks doth sayeth, Trap their w'rds inside mine own weir. Hoyday! Nearby, a sir did request, A bombard of brown sauce to borrow.By sight, his wrinkly, bact'ria'd fing'rs, Hath brought unto me deepened sorrow. "Withdraw!" I demanded, "Wend hence with thee!… Continue reading W’rds I Didst Not Sayeth, But Hath Felt The Urge To… (A G’rmaphobe Writes)

Poems of Sorts

This collection draws together poetry written between the fall of 2017 to summer 2019, reflecting upon the unique qualities of life and relationships, observed through an ordinary eye. The author says, “Within these words are themes anyone can connect with, be this from a simple desire to, a personal experience, misfortune or something they once… Continue reading Poems of Sorts

The Mistaken Identity Situation

Gregor Samson as Artist Extraordinaire Imagine being mistaken for someone famous, inhabiting their appearance and yet knowing you are not them. What kind of day could you have and how satisfying would it feel, to experience the life of an international celebrity? Might it be rather exciting, just for one day? Gregor Samson is about… Continue reading The Mistaken Identity Situation

Heaven and Hell, and In-Between

Available as an ebook on Amazon. Heaven and Hell, and In-Between Brinkinfield's first foray into the world of Amazon, a short story of 5,357 words split into three sections and an epilogue. This work heralds the very first introduction of Gregor Samson, a character seen in development here and set to star in a series… Continue reading Heaven and Hell, and In-Between

Max Ernst’s “Une Semaine de Bonté: Lundi, l’eau” (writing prompt)

Bernadette's Dream Max: Patrice, Patrice! Good God man, provide me with your assistance! Patrice: Nothing else matters now Max… Nothing, else, matters... Max: Patrice! Help me drag poor Marcel to safety. It did not work, he is close to death! You said the waters held healing powers. It is bullshit Patrice, complete bullshit! If you… Continue reading Max Ernst’s “Une Semaine de Bonté: Lundi, l’eau” (writing prompt)

space time communion

A short burst of escaping pressurised air caused his closed eyelids to lighten, lift, fall shut and re-open. Three blurry impressions of the outside came inside: a white ceiling, a monitor emitting a pulsing tone and an hourglass figure dressed in light blue standing nearby. A voice reverberated inside his ears, words initially overlapping each other,… Continue reading space time communion