a bucket of chundar

poems and prose, a chaotic miscelany

The fertility of unrefined thought

broken words from a broken pen

No title couldnt think of anything.

A misselany of observations and metaphor

Bumjuice

when youve gotta go ...

The Truth of Smoke

Even fire replaces what it eats, and even through the flames of lies, the truth comes sprouting through

A Proverb

A good reason to start flapping those arms

Chippety Choppety Chainsaw Man

Think of a nursery rhyme about Leatherface from The Texas Chainsaw Massacre

So Your Boss Can Drive A Porsche

Indentured servitude is alive and well here and elsewhere

Loose tongue

A proverb

Martyr's Thought

Best watch when your words embarrass the powerful

The Feacophiles Picnic

as the title suggests, not for the weak stomached

The Strange Tale of Gherkin the Merkin

The fourth dimensional war against the Third Riech

My Old Home

Even ET got to phone home

Standing on the Stage of Ragnarok

Crumpled message in a dead man's mouth Cowering ghost's mad laughter While cobwebs all but gibber

The Cross Dresser From Dorset

There was a cross dresser from Dorset

My River

A story of The Mayflower