Anvil in a Lace Bootie

The peasant wife had filled a plate with water, and laid flowers in it, their blossoms bordering the edge of the plate, while their stalks lay in the water; on the surface floated a large tulip leaf, and on it Tommelise might sit and sail from one side of the plate to the other, two […]

“We were once young pathogens in love. What a crock that turned out to be.”

“The gods, as I see it, are wise, but in a stupid and undignified manner,” said the president of the Hal Jeffcoat Fan Club. “You’ll get no argument on that from me. That’s for sure, twice written,” said the Grand Potentate of the Dick Drott Appreciation Society. Brought to you by the Society of Obscure […]

Yellow, for the most part, has been driven from the meadow. A legion of purple, barely discernible in the distance, is closing fast to join up with its ally, white, in pushing the final few yellow stragglers off the field of battle. The abandoned pink camp sites of the yellow indicate the enormity of the […]

Microphone Hal Binter and the Scottish Henbane Queen took another turn around the deck. They were lost so deep in conversation that they were barely aware of falling overboard and sinking to the bottom of the sea. True, their words were more garbled when burbled, and bubbles did flow from their mouths. However, so intent […]

On an earlier episode, I mentioned that a new story, Dodden in Jom, was beginning to take shape in my head. I wondered who Dodden was and what HE was going to do. Well, Dodden has announced HERself to me, and there she is. She is a cragger. She lost her right eye in an […]

Greg Peccary scuttled into the undergrowth to escape the taunts of the mockingbird. He settled into a density of twining branches and sighed. “Boo!” said a snake rudely, popping its head from a hole directly in front of Greg. “Don’t do that,” said Greg, recognizing his old pal, Jem. “I’m nervous enough, what with the […]

The overalls of the workers were white, their hands gloved with a pale corpse-coloured rubber. Brave New World guy. You can tell he’s English by the telltale ‘u’ in the very fine adjective, corpse-coloured.

“Why do they insist on making promises they know they’re incapable of keeping?”

Assembled to defend the meadow beyond that young conifer is the Thin Yellow Line. Massed to attack from just off the beaten path is the Purple Horde. The fate of a landscape hangs in the balance. Oblivious, hikers pass by, deciding where to stop for lunch. The crafty loon, however, crouches and waits and waits […]