Beer’s Bitch

‘Beers bitch’, Charlie babbled— slurry speech a game of scrabble. Charlie was a bitch to the beer, drinking Mabble’s Apple Schnapple in every pre-drink debacle. ‘Berrz Bit-ch’ Charlie babbled, kissing the winking witch holding a crab apple. Mabble: His wife in his train wrecked life. At two to the gallon, he glugs like a fish.Continue reading “Beer’s Bitch”

The Legend of the White Whale: Unabridged

Eons ago, long before tides moved and moons shadowed everyone with their gloom, She Who Invites stirred the primeval ocean and birthed four sons. Free on the high seas they were bejewelled islands, a jaded necklace glimmering on the world’s breast. Floating far away from desert sands and dry land, caught like gulls in theContinue reading “The Legend of the White Whale: Unabridged”

Summer Haiku, Two

This Haiku was created especially for the.short.mag, an Instagram-based haiku poetry magazine, and was published in their July edition–whose theme was summer. So, thank you the.short.mag for the wonderful opportunity! As the title of this article suggests, this Haiku is not the only one which has been written for the.short.mag. There’s another one, which IContinue reading “Summer Haiku, Two”

The Legend of the White Whale: Finale!

Brushes went up her spine, jellied heart from a beating rush. What hope did she have, against a creature lighter than sand? Still she threw iron bolts, which flew mighty high! One. Two. Three. All passed through the skeleton-whale. Twelve. Eighteen. Nineteen spears tipped with steel didn’t leave a mark! Now, dear children, it wasContinue reading “The Legend of the White Whale: Finale!”

The Legend of the White Whale: Part Three (penultimate)

White skinned Chizue did not sleep, toiled under every flicker of light. From her lover’s hut, she crafted with calloused hands a hunting boat. Dark as the night, it reeked of fresh death, tarnishing slender sides the unholy varnish made everyone sick, leaving Red Eyed Chizue immune. Alone she went. A death dirge bade farewell,Continue reading “The Legend of the White Whale: Part Three (penultimate)”

My Waste Land

Conceived during my studies, My Waste Land is a creative response to T.S Eliot’s The Wasteland—A poem that I discovered at the same time. My Waste Land was mothballed at this time, but despite its underdeveloped nature, I felt attached to the poem. There was a latent power within the poem that magnetised me toContinue reading “My Waste Land”

The Legend of the White Whale: Part Two

Lightning flickered like tongues, their forks revealing in the salty dross the fleeting sight of a crushing dorsal fin. What beast could it be? My children I swear, that it was fifty hundred spans by a dozen leagues across! Such a spectacle could not be washed from the water, unless cleansed by human hands. FishingContinue reading “The Legend of the White Whale: Part Two”