‘Less serious? Fiddlesticks!’ said Mrs McGillicuddy. ‘It was murder!’ ‘Yes, but who killed her, and why, and what happened to her body? Where is it now?’ ‘That’s the business of the police to find out.’ McGillicuddy, Eyelesbarrow, Crackenthorpe – I have no idea of the origins of these names, but they feel as if they … Continue reading Book Review. 4.50 from Paddington by Agatha Christie.
The glass is cracked My face is fractured
honestly, i hadn’t ever wished to grow up grownups were old but nowadays my innocence has gone i had faith, hope in what i am not sure in that the world at heart is right? no clue as to what was wrong, and why i shouldn’t forgive all the sinners don’t trust all the men … Continue reading Poem. SPHERE.
searching for the past in the profiles of old classmates what qualifies as success have i lost some have babies, are living in the same town working now in the same school it is what i watch on the television people never going anywhere and i wonder what is my part in this? best to … Continue reading Poem. Click.
people watching in the cold interior of McDonald's we all live within our own bubble who can prick and let the pus ooze forth - only tragedy. Published Anti-Heroin Chic 2017