Jesus Juice

Mary added extra loaves, but the fish were cold, so Jesus punched her in the nag-hole and the nose, then took a stroll over to the white house. On the way, the saviour wondered aloud, “how do I get these bitches back into the box?” Vice-President Mike Pence on the line: “Dear Jesus, I love … Continue reading

Wasted

My decision never to mention him complicated things accusations that I couldn’t be trusted to make responsible choices or have deep conversations about subjects that impact our daily lives and try as I might to deny apathy and steer the conversation anew away from him the burden I’d relenquished there was no convincing her she … Continue reading

International

I awoke in Bangkok, swathed in Swedish duvet, aroused by the scent of happy hibiscus from Korean vases, to chatter, drifting in with the wind from Englishmen next door, swearing in German at hangovers consigned by Russian vodka. Hunger, gnawing at preferences, French croissants, with classic Seville orange marmalade. Imperial Maybelline, pit-a-pat on Persian rugs … Continue reading

Four Rooms

Day one: don’t be afraid, they’re just pills, but an hour later emotions swarmed, buzzing terror, wrenching gut and nowhere to go but in the shadows, where bliss played hedonist at my expense. Day two: deja vu, the sweet shone through but the vessel collapsed, exhausted from cavorting in the light. Day three: torrential tears, … Continue reading

Return to Sender

The Box Memories faded now of you coming up the street sometimes on a motorcycle unseen but audible and I, often times excited rushing out to meet you full of hope careful not to let it show in case of disappointment which never lasted long because there was still tomorrow and you seldom let us … Continue reading

Santa! Down Here.

The sticky, candy-coated popcorn, that’s what he bought, when he got luck. Those little packs of sticky came with a balloon. Reds, orange, yellow and blues, hope, but there’s only one in each. A pack of six, balloons, that is, sealed in plastic, held together with card and steel clips, in three square inches, that’s … Continue reading

Et Tu!

Valentine’s day falls on Sunday this year. Should I take my sweetheart to church? Or would she prefer a romantic dinner in a secluded cabin, deep in the forest, free to scream God’s name, loud, and uninhibited! The latter. He’s watching us anyway. I pray our performance garners his approval.

Red-handed

Waking. Dragging dreams. And inferno. The tender loin, aflame with the tortures of Eden: His master’s voice. Knock on wood. Pristine. Predator. Made for murder. Office. First picks – blockers and soft targets. Exhibits. Lunch Ammunition dump Oysters by the dozen Loaded Rearing to go Where the fur runs wild On the Silk Road – … Continue reading

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