Death

Door to Door

He is at home Peeping through the curtains Blue light spinning around the walls Of what he called his sitting room Although he had never had one soul come to visit And sit in the sitting room during the twenty… Read More ›

Attempt at Book

I have written 70,000 words about my experience as a kid in Scotland being brought up by a fairly wealthy professional musician. Both parents were alcoholics but I try to focus on the bullying at school I could not contend… Read More ›

Last Flight

A young man Came out of the restrooms Today at an airport And as all kinds of people were Collecting their baggage He pointed a handgun At their heads And one by one he killed them And as blood spilled… Read More ›