Simulcast Fragment – 4201596/E.C. – Scar fall
Scarfall For the eavesdroppers I forget. The strata of a small life missing some of its fossils. No big shakes. …
Tag Archives: Prose
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 …
The Scullery Maid
Superb poetry from Mike Steeden here; my reblogs always beggar up so I’m pasting it along with the linkage to …
The Name Game
Names are powerful, they create a subliminal image to the characters in books, poetry and lyrics, one added to the …
The Waiting Room
The Waiting Room Esmeralda Cloud: From my vantage point upon the Cloud, a scene presents itself; another cipher from the …
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 Ill-advised Musings of a Svengali Surgeon
He said . . . I will make you my Helen of Troy, dearest one, Disguise the crow’s …
Common has Muck and Decency in tow . . .
Word Up It’s packed in here. I can’t actually see Packed because, true to his name, he’s in the …
The Cloud Speaks On the Subject of Marbles.
Detach some temperate layer of your egoical self, some gentle, unspectacular aspect of your existence which slips along quietly with, …
An Ancient Panic Etched
Pigeonholed. Pigeonholed, He can hardly move. One of his greatest fears materialised . . . The transpired terror. A foot …
Illuminate Me.
*Attributed to Anton Chekhov – http://quoteinvestigator.com/2013/07/30/moon-glint/
FANNY, I THINK OF YOU OFTEN
Originally posted on – MIKE STEEDEN –:
Good Lord, I’m quite taken aback. My latest book has only just this minute been listed…
Simulcast Fragment – 270065 – Zane Griftor – The Drawback
“I wish you’d just take a draw and chill out Zane.” I stare at Rippon with empty eyes. I do …
Measure For Measure . . . What’s Your Pleasure?
“Sometimes the wish to kill you is As precious to me as the undeniable Fantastical facets opened up by, of, …
