Nonsensical Things

A group of my un-groupable writings.

Comments

The Covent Garden Zebra was a sad tale, but like many of your pieces I've read here, it has great humour. Well done.

Ta :)

Mitch

You were just a little dog I would meet in the street

Black Rabbit and Mad Fox

It is kept alive by being constantly spun, o’er and o’er...

The Butter Roll and Child

The child picks the roll up from the red plastic plate Brittle bits break off the hard barrel It is a pallid, gold-brown colour-with hollows and yellowish seeds

That Tin of Tapioca

Behind the slimming products And the healthy option packets of pasta

Girl in Green

Fat Phillips, the Pope in our Order

Roadside Dinosaur

And who knows how many gizzard stones...

The Covent Garden Zebra

“Was he fierce?”

Her Tomb

He exhaled slowly. He had seen what all that he wanted to.

Evil Army

I had a really wacko dream the other night

IP-The Chocolate Box

The soft red fur reminds me of those fine hairs you find on a dog’s nose.
Cherry

Welcome to France!

And for the rest of that week, When phones went bleep,

Quetzalcoatl

There he is, King of his jungle, All of the green, the branches, Moss, log hideout, stones and pool He’s bright yellow, Not gold but he still stands out

Foxes Screaming

I can hear the foxes screaming

Sheep Shit and Peat Bogs

Stinking up my £3 rented hiking boots
Cherry

Inspiration Point 11.04.08

A revamped ode to an old teacher.