Digital seconds ticked over on the bomb as he worked at the table leg, inching it second by second towards him.
Yes, Frank thought he was a budgie / Even his scales weren’t belied / That he couldn’t whistle and swing / Out of water, that’s why he died.
“Blow winds, crack your cheeks and spout your hurricanoes,” the smart arse in cubicle 22 yelled and laughed.
“My name’s Ruby,” she replied. “Semantics,” he answered.
A little birdie told me
Turning taps to fill your need / to hose down paths of concrete
The dutiful son
Prickly little bastards, but she loved ‘em.” He showed the man the tiny pin pricks in his fingers.
Interview with the Easter Bunny
… all I get is bloody carrots. A nice corned beef sandwich with pickle, or scones and a glass of sherry wouldn’t go astray from time …
She scuttled around toadstools and towards the back gate, bending to walk beneath it.
Interview with a Tooth Fairy
“Let me make it absolutely clear that it’s a myth the dental industry has influence here!” Tooth Fairy
The fear was real, and it lingers.
Without language: an exploration
How very sensual such a tactile experience could be even just by thinking it.
A gentle breeze makes waving reeds / almost complete the scene
The Southern Cross flies under hot sky; / youngsters dawdling wonder why / their elders seem to make a flurry / of the pomp and ceremony.