Poem: Mouldy Orange

Once glory of the fruit bowl, In your youth you were the crowning jewel, But too many times passed over, Withered your rind, embittered your juice.   Bananas went before you, Apples, passionfruit and even a pear, And you were left behind, A snack unchosen, moulding in despair.   Eyes drawn to your beauty, Now... Continue Reading →

Poem: The Siege of Devil’s Pass

Way down south a long time ago, When folks were content and life moved slow, Was a place where a cactus wouldn't dare grow, And they called it Devil's Pass.   Few people knew and even less cared, That out on that land where the ground was bare, A iron-willed family had built a house... Continue Reading →

Drum and the Pirates (The Final Part)

"There's a pirate coming up the stairs," said Daz. "He's got a machine gun! Thirty seconds to contact!" "What are we going to do?" said Andy. "I can't stop a machine gun." Cam snapped his fingers. "Human Voltron," he said. "What?" said Andy. "Well, you can't stop a machine gun. Neither can I." "But together..."... Continue Reading →

Drum and the Pirates (Part 8)

If the other pirates were not alert to Drum's presence before, that grenade blast gave them the heads up. Drum knew he didn't have much time. He snuck alongside a tall platform at the ship's edge, and hurried along a narrow passage where a single steel guardrail was the only thing between him and a... Continue Reading →

Drum and the Pirates (Part 7)

Drum made a quick detour to the men's room. If video games had taught him anything, it was that enemies become more difficult to defeat the further you progress. Now just three foes stood between him and the final boss, Randy Van Funk, and he didn't want to face them with the added pressure of... Continue Reading →

Drum and the Pirates (Part 6)

Drum continued along the deck. He glanced around a corner and saw two pirates leaning against a shipping container, smoking a joint. They were Fluorescent Android's percussionist, Ziggy Krisp, and keytarist, Ramesh Cohen. Drum climbed up onto the container and moved with ninja stealth out above them. He took a small woodpecker from his sock,... Continue Reading →

Drum and the Pirates (Part 5)

Defence preparations continued on the bridge as Andy gave Cam, Daz and Miles a crash course in hand-to-hand combat. Though he had received no formal training, Andy had seen the movie Ong Bak twice, and was therefore deemed most qualified to act as Sensei. The four of them worked up a sweat during their precision... Continue Reading →

Drum and the Pirates (Part 4)

Drum climbed two flights of stairs and put the shopping bags down next to a door that opened onto the deck. Compelled by a feeling that was part premonition and part déjà vu, he then loaded his pockets with as many items as he could. He also carried one item in his hand. As he... Continue Reading →

Short Fiction: The Survivor

Six years in prison had changed Ray Stencil. For one thing, he had grown a moustache. (One does what one must to survive in jail.) Now, released back into society, he felt like a fish out of water, or a small fish in a big pond, or a lonely grouper swimming among sharks. Perhaps the... Continue Reading →

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