Mooove Over!

If I could draw funny pictures I would. My Far Side picture would be of a group of men in business suits scoffing short blacks, spitting grins, chuckling names and raising …

Sunday Sesh: Many Moons

Today I saw so many amazing things: the super-moon, a vivid double rainbow, my nan. I’m keeping it short because sometimes there are no words. Just a feeling. An image. …

Martha’s Picnic

Despite the warnings offered by her friends, Martha decided to go anyway. She scaled her way up the mountain, clutching spiky shrubs and clasping solid tree limbs along the way …

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 …

The Sting

The daffodil sits quietly in the garden bed. He flies towards her, rests himself on her bosom. He kisses her slowly, tastes her pollen, then he draws hard and fast, until …

Purple Haze

The baby is purple. How can it be purple? I’ve never slept with a purple person before. It’s not that I’m racist, I’m not racist. I would sleep with a …