Sidestream

A collection of writing that contains adult content or just work that doesn't belong elsewhere.

Michael Finnegan

There was an old man called Michael Finnegan He grew whiskers on his chinigin, the wind came along and blew them in again, poor old Michael Finnegan, begin again...

Archives (1997)

‘I don’t think I can survive here.’ She stares at me awhile. ‘So, you don’t think you can survive here?’ ‘Yeah.’ ‘Why do you think that?’

I'm Not A Poet

The news is full of it. A poem has burst right out of a man’s stomach and several passersby have been struck. This is the tenth time in as many days and the panic is setting in.

The God of Wetherspoons

God’s sitting in Wetherspoons, it’s Thursday lunch-time. ‘You’re dead,’ He says. ‘I guess,’ I say. ‘Tough break,’ He says.