When is a Book not a Book?
A while ago I purchased a huge old book, which looked a great deal like a ye olde bible (of …
Category Archives: Words and Curious Creations From the Troposphere.
To Trachea Illuminati
Rather than go dark, my muse decided (never asks Esme mind, just strikes when I’m not looking. Cheeky sod) to …
Thoughts upon a Cloud Dweller and her Wares
Said thoughts being yours for ‘The Book’ — the true title is top (upper shelf, hidden behind emergency tins of …
Layers Entwined (comments now allowed, WP error earlier, pah)
My development of Edward and Joseema in progress, from one life times two. I had the idea of an overlay …
Furry Fright
‘Don’t tell me the spoon is smiling; Show me the hint of fright on a woken moustache.’ Composed by E. …
And boom, six years passed (the post) . . .
I have just been informed by WordPress that this very day heralds six years of Cloudiness here, in this place …
Illuminating souls across the aether
Cemeteries are high on Esme’s list of favourite places to visit (along with The Transgalactic Dutch Pancake House – each …
Harpo Nude Ears
Honk honk. Ticklesome business. Esme raises her bucket of Woodford Reserve and aspartame-free, caffeine-free, reality -free coke and ice to …
All Together Now
It’s his wee knee tremble that gets me. Worth staying with for solo. Felicitations folks from Esme and the Cloud! …
The Name Game
Names are powerful, they create a subliminal image to the characters in books, poetry and lyrics, one added to the …
The 500 and odd oddsters
Esme blows a fanfare on her trombone – Last week Esme’s Cloud gained the 500th follower. Five hundred no less! …
Some Kind of Clockwork Angels
I was pointed in the direction of this chap’s work this afternoon. He makes some quite incredible creations and many of …
Simulcast Fragment – 1825210005 – Lucian E. Fabble – The Ghost of Your Writer
The following letter and subsequent verses were found by rail guard Lucian E. Fabble on the first day of November …
The Hold
The Hold. My shipped mate — the swarthy book an’ ear, Nine tails whip from slide to schlong, Cat’s tongue-tied, …
It was the best of times it was the worst of times…
Must have been a Thursday then.
The Ill-advised Musings of a Svengali Surgeon
He said . . . I will make you my Helen of Troy, dearest one, Disguise the crow’s …
Esmeralda and The Cloud 
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