Puppeteer Of Words

My mother is the inspiration for my weird obsession with words and like me, considers herself a puppeteer of words. One Saturday night when we found ourselves abandoned at home …

Stealing Christmas

Fuck Christmas. Can’t believe I said that but as far as embracing the christmas spirit goes, all I’ve had time to do is put up the tree. Didn’t even decorate …

Reality TV

Yeah I got this telly just down the street. ‘was playing this action movie where this guy in a balaclava, strides like a cat, in to this store, right, and …

Bitch Hysteria

Instead of witches, we call them bitches. Irritable bitches. Complaining bitches. Whining, whinging, annoying bitches. Any emotion a man feels is given the excuse of being a man. What about …

Stir The Paint

Stir the paint. Wet, thick paint. Black bristles stick to the wall. Though the brush is balding, the wood looks perfect. Lacquer the walls with smells if folly! (While you still …

Misfire

A girl in red. On this corner. I’m talking to her. Well, she’s talking to me, fluttering in front of me. I guess it’s the suit. “What’s a gorgeous man …

The Night Before Christmas

Everyone goes to sleep early and without ten quarrels. I get to kick back and watch television, whatever channel I like; I flick through nine channels. I’m left snacks: eight …