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1.   Carpe Deum! Seize the day! Yeah, Right! Thirty years have passed, The process is still in motion! It’s more of a drunken stumble than a walk. I couldn’t feel, so I learned to ...

1. Let us converse cryptically, you and I, observe and obfuscate obliquely, speak in code - veil our words in a multiplicity of meaning. Let us build a wall of carefully constructed deceit, embedded with myths, ...

PART THREE.               “I’ll be meeting you on your release day Jim, so best you make sure you inform me when that is old son. Wouldn’t like to miss-out on that, ...

The uneven colour of love; a waxed tribute to the thrown-flame,  the blood hot coming growing cool.   Remembering:   something ripped something broken slowly and silently and tearfully as morning frost against the migratory punch of a fossil ...

1.   When the battle is lost, the troops lay dead on the field: Surrender, there is no point in continuing. The poorly equipped battalions of Intellect, Emotion and Strength had been flung against the ...

They are all that we have to share, to verbally articulate; bringers of joy, or the cause of pain and despair. They are ours to nurture, not destroy. Brightly packaged lies, weapons of deceit; carefully ...

1. Lost in a four-dimensional matrix of time and space, suspended between matter and energy; floating in cloud of consciousness; I stumble: dazed and bemused. 2. Meantime, in a Matrix; Mathematical probability (x), Misinformed Idealism (y) and Mythology (z); Truth ...

I would like to meet the “me” you imagine when we meet in the night. Is it the same person as when we conversed in daylight? To read your thoughts as you assess, my face, my ...

THE UNIVERSE is not static, never will be, never was; nothing’s automatic, more a touch of chaos: atoms, galaxies swirling and whirling in deep dark space (such a strange term for something so empty so vast). So, one ...

A laugh is infectious.A tear, shed alone.A love never offered.Is a fear never shown.To love is a blessing.To never; a shame.To have your heart broken.Is a necessary pain.To rise from ...

The Woman.Her thighs were the first that I did see.Long and lithe standing before me.Her breasts were next where my eyes fell upon.They lingered for a while but did not ...

“Mickey Wore’s out today Governor. Want to go meet him and share a cup to tea?” Detective Sergeant Jean Fisher asked of Detective Chief Inspector Harding knowing exactly his reply ...

Set myself targets, timelines and goals; one thing I’m not sure of. yet, how the dice will roll.   It’s all very easy to say, “I’m in control” of my destiny; the master of my soul. What nonsense, to ...

  By Danny Kemp, author of The Desolate Garden. Which is shortly to become a $30,000,000 film.                                                                            “Mickey Wore’s out today Governor. Want to go meet him and share a ...

Death, in whichever form it comes, is still death; "My other half is life", it might whisper seductively, "full of suffering and despair. Come to me and feel my soft velvet embrace."   It is ...

I make no excuses, I fake no reason; I did what I did, for me - it is my season.   To unloose the chains of history and guilt; to begin again, to re-erect that which had been built.   I ...

No neat package, tied with ribbon and a bow. Bright coloured wrapping paper? Paint it Black. Forgiveness and resolution is the goal; all I have is process: grim, unrelenting and a lack   of direction ...

Battle over: Death Destruction and Despair; huddled group, empty eyes, await their worst fear.   Had it been the darkest night, not the break of day, they might have blamed their lack of sight; might know what to ...

BELIEF, it is my hypothesis, that is tempered, refined and redefined by experience, leads to the ascent of Reason: the acceptance of, and positive and constructive interaction with, the people and the world ...

Tonight I sever your head from my body, I pull strings, you spin like a top on my axe blade. I place your fleshy skull on my window sill to dry. Needles tickle ...

When you go to bed tonight, I invite you to lie there and think about stars. Scientists say there are one hundred billion stars in a galaxy, and there are ...

still, you course through chambers soar through cavities head for crowded grey cells hide there a while white heat spreads under my skull I claw at you, you divide and multiply crawl under epiderm sweat seals you under pores white ...

You pencilled me into your diary with a question mark You left it open on your desk As if you didn’t know you’d take me home. ‘You can undress me,’ I said ‘but ...

Part Two.                                    “Mind if I join you Harry?”               I am, as by now you will have gathered, many things but one thing I’m not and that’s ungracious and gratuitously rude. ...