Category: Fiction

Bonny is at Desh’s place and has told her what has happened to Derry.

Notorious man-eater crocodile has his say.

In later years.  I became an archivist.  The past.  All l have. We were south facing windows.  Mid to late morning. The sun gaining height. The last days of March.  Cold air.  Bright blue skies.  Music. Connected us.  Sometimes single songs. Now. Your home.  My hippocampus.  Our relationship.  Built into a temporal lobe.  Episodic memories. Formed. Indexed. To be. Later […]

Let’s see how this goes down.

Bonny goes to see Desh and tell her about Derry’s death.

A bit of fun(?) Lovecraftiana.

You were.  A beatification. Some summer states of bliss. Between the early year Bank Holiday’s.  Veneration was driving with you.  Stopping.  Somewhere secluded. Single seated ceremony. You gave me a locket of hair.  With a folded note that said ‘In case of martyrdom’.                    ********************************* That day we passed vehicles.  People.  Many […]

One landed high. Rapid movement to complete stillness. Black but invisible. Solid geometry broken by the orange of eyes.   You alone an army. Bird of darkness.  Scaring for centuries. Not of this world.  Or even of those we dream. Petrol blue blackness.  Something mystical. An existence of extremities.  You are oil on water. In winter you thrive like Daneil de […]