Other tales

short stories

A - Fishphilia

childhood and sewage
Cherry

chips

You were Dick Van Dyke with a cigarette cod and chips and a Bach duet. You're ageing fast your Titian blue is showing cracks you sleep til two.

the witch's gloves

We dive in the wild wind, rise up in an applause. I catch the tip of a wing on a wave and send a cry singing over the sea curled in mist to an old man stooped in a brown room.