Bottled Spirits – a flash fiction for Friday Fictioneers
Beware the spirits – the genies in the bottle. They are not what you think and they won’t delight you as you hope. Listen to the old bartender!
Articulations: Examples of my creative writing: aphorisms, poems, short stories, humour (“humour”), (auto)biography, translations and more. Read Articulating myself for more details or scroll down.
Beware the spirits – the genies in the bottle. They are not what you think and they won’t delight you as you hope. Listen to the old bartender!
A music journalist interviews a Rose, a music creator, about the true meaning of a new music mode which he discovers isn’t what he thinks.
Falstaffian – a poem. Not ordinary, workaday, pedestrian, quotidian, But roaring, exceptional, gargantuan, Falstaffian!
The House that Grew. Molly buys seed for a new house, but living houses need to feed too. A flash fiction story for the Friday Fictioneers.
Note to self: If you want to stay up till 3am, go ahead, drink that double espresso …
Old Hob: You know you’re getting old (or have become a Hobbit) when it seems like time well spent, mornings, shaving your ears.
There’s a hubbub in the town
and the story’s going round
that the wordsmiths will articulate today.
Under the forest floor
Under the winter snow
The wood anemones are waiting.
Come spring, come!
Just a head cold, people say. Most people seem to think that confessing to having a cold is a bit lame. The fashionable disease is the flu.
The creatures of the world debated which of them had most right to the title Prodigious.