by Dave | Jan 6, 2022 | Short Fiction |
On Saturday mornings, unless she was volunteering a few hours at her church function, Flora Henderson stopped in at the Gibbons’ red brick farm house. Each visit she brought with her a plate of warm baking, scones or oatmeal muffins. She handed the plate to Eldred...
by Dave | Jan 5, 2022 | Flash Fiction |
Morning my lovelies. Gather here for the goss. Bring me coffee. Have you all witnessed saddo of the day? With that thing on his head?’ ‘What thing?’ ‘Who?’ ‘Kevin. Keith? Begins with K definitely. I think. Doesn’t matter. He’s not, you know. He’s only come into work...
by Dave | Jan 5, 2022 | Poetry |
Or perhaps oblivion – Is that the case? My hollowed bottle, your wilted trace and Summer begins, marked by the embers Of the Sunday sun, eaten by December’s Teeth – who licks the sky, in a purple parade An ephemeral beauty, a temporary shade The clouds...
by Dave | Jan 5, 2022 | Short Fiction |
All families have traditions on Christmas Day, I assume so at least. Ours has always been off to church to celebrate the birth – then to the graveyard to remember the dead – then to the pub to model festive jumpers – then back home for the Queen’s...
