Tripping the Night Fantastic – Chapter 3

The rustle of a newspaper; the sound of two happy people sipping tea and spreading pâté on toast, the sun beaming down on the clean patio garden, the sleeping dog by their side. Simon and his wife couldn’t look like a happier couple if they tried. Actually they didn’t have a dog, I made that…

The Beaten Ream

Enter Solitude Stare into its face Scream into its abyss   Grab your pen Tear through the paper Force ink into existence   Rake out your heart There lies nothingness Dying to bleed out and be   Your mind churns Scraping against your skull Cough and sweat those words   Piss into the glass Whisky…

The Castrated Elixir

Work is getting in the way. I have turned into a morning writer. Not by choice, it’s just When I wake up all I want to do is spill words on to the page. It feels like there is an endless torrent of imagination waiting to reveal itself. But slowly, as the day drags on,…