Melancholy Woman by Picasso


The stillness overcomes me. It comes in waves, over weeks. There’s a low that’s ever too low. So low. Solo. So slow. The sun hangs low in the sky, And sets too soon. There’s a… […]

Christmasy console controller


The consoles played their festive tune, Late afternoon in the semi-detacheds. Crash, crack, thud, zap and boom! The dads found they were overmatched. Thus they hurriedly withdrew, And awaited the new Doctor Who. Through town […]

Stories & Skits

The Writer

The writer stared at the column of white paper. The paper remained stubbornly blank. It should have become something new, by now: a list, detailing his achievements since last year, somewhat akin to a cosmic […]