Category: fiction
-
Goodnight. Sleep tight.
Goodnight , sleep tight, in this ship of fools , bandwagons rolling down its sloping decks, all the people who got on it, falling off it.
-
The Tale of Mr. Richberg… Chapter One
Inside the room was a real elephant . And the room was small… I mean small. Like the rooms in “Being John Malkevitch”. And the elephant was a fully grown male rogue on a rampage! But that was only yesterday. My story really starts twenty five years ago, July 3 on a warm, wet Spring…
-
We Are Here On This Hill at HEMA by lieghonsea on SoundCloud
http://soundcloud.com/lieghonsea/we-are-here-on-this-hill-at We are on this Hill. It has no way out. It sits brooding while the grey mist-curtain of ridiculously fine rain crosses and re-crosses the wobbly fields and just wishes it’s life away.
-
Terrible infants juggle fishnet-green bottles under sad, lime-green oaktrees, cisterns balanced on their sea-green heads.
Christmas swings onto focus, the chiseling undertakers rent long, sad race-courses to walk on and they collide with other hypocrites out for a ridiculous Sunday stroll … too.
-
the glow worms and the ocean liner
Wedges of blue cheese unimportantly placate each other, climbing, ever climbing. Now the move is done – last steps under the sun – I trust – my products are second to none – no untrustful beatitudes – unlikely to calm sodden souls, unlikely to reap what they sow – a million glow-worms bedeck the night…
-
Birds pass UFO
The calling birds bend their flightpath to accommodate a passing ufo. the three-fingered hands wave at them from behind round ufo’s windows.
-
The Buses
The ticklish buses do not serve the matter well. We took it in turns to question them with sharp words and peacock feathers, but they remained silent, apart from the gentle purr of their idling engines. It was Platypus who first realised that their vocal chords had been removed, (ouch!), and replaced with 42…
Tony Chapman-Art Music Writing 