“TUESDAY: Almost lose an eye to a case of Toilet Duck.”
The Weak.
Poetry
The End of Every Story.
“Death is looming at the end of every story ever told.”
A Line in the Sand.
“You led me through the crowded streets, in a blood-red coat, on broken feet, and drew a line across the sand.”
Death Is.
“A death, any death, is the death of a universe unique and novel and marvellous, an attitude, an outlook, a spark blinking out of existence for an eternity, with life now a jigsaw with a forever missing piece.”
Coventry’s Pride.
“Hidden sparks! The monotonous drone of bored machinery! A desperate cry for help, perhaps, or just dead inside and out...”
