‘I didn’t know where to look, I swear.’ ‘What do you mean? She couldn’t really have.’ ‘I tell you, she was sitting there, dressing gown hanging open, holding two massive cabbage leaves on her tits, snot all down her face, crying her eyes out. I don’t know if I was more embarrassed at the tits, or the snot.’ Shery’s eyes widen. ‘Ooh. I see.’ ‘You do, do you? I didn’t.’ ‘She must have mastitis.’ ‘Glad it all makes sense to you. I turned round on my heel straight up but she yell

from a cabbage to a king a story oft told a metaphor of transformation akin to transmutation... from lead to gold there was once a tale a...

Detective inspector Jane Conway walked into the crime screen and immediately called her boss. “Commissioner, we have another cabbage.”...

Yes, that’s the story kiddies are told if parents are not quite ready to disclose the entire story. My kid has got a bun in the oven. Due...

‘Cabbages cabbages where do you keep the cabbages,’ Chef blustered and bluffed his way through the storeroom. ‘You can’t make a slaw without cabbages.’ He grabbed the chicken, and cutting it into pieces, thrust it into the pot along with the garlic, onion and the sesame seeds, garnish, spice and soy. The hot water was added and it all came to a bubbling brew while he dismembered the red cabbage and thrust the dices into the cauldron. Adding salt, pepper and paprika he mix

Cockatoos forming Flight like snow falling, upward A song in reverse. White page like the snow Blue cabbages pocketed Ending at full stop.

Beloved palm sits in the shade... Like me... It does not seem to like to see the sun... Again... Like me... And though my Beloved is...

-Half a year (astonished) Constantly Surprised. At time leaving When do we lose that? -Before I begin I have a far back top molar that is...

Palm to palm is holy palmer’s kiss. Hand Give me your hands. When April, with its showers sweet, the drought of March has pierced to the root, then people get itchy feet and want to go on pilgrimages. Trot trot trot to Canterbury. Palms, hands, pilgrims, applause, handshakes, agreements, matrimony, business deals – further and further from the tree. Palm trees entirely obliterated by their metaphor, overshadowed by symbolism. 2,600 species of palms, waving in balmy cl

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“Get out of my way” gruffed the mountain as he barged through the shopping mall, forcing his trolley past and through a gathering. “Fucking tourists. Don’t just stand there chatting, this is for walking not for standing around chatting. Haven’t you all got places to be instead of in my way?” “Well, I never” bustled the older lady, trying to manoeuvre her shopping cast out of the way, only to have it jag into his path and force it into his gut. “Oh, for Christ’s sake, ya b

'I’m trying to help YOU!’ Exasperated, my voice rises. ‘I need your name, address and phone number before I can log your issue.’ ‘For...

Again Agaia Again Don’t Do’t I Death to sticks I won’t have it any other way Paralyse Powerlines Just because they sound the same doesn’t...

Lost. Desolate. Uneasy. That’s how our hero suddenly felt in this strange land. She sure didn’t expect to end up HERE when having to...

Power lines provide... well... Power... To the people Not in any political sense of course... Though... that may well be a matter of...

THE most tangled mess of power lines I’ve ever seen was in Kathmandu. Now if any place has the ‘right’ to have mixed wires, it’d be...

I thought it was geophysics that drew me to her. Nothing to do with volition. Asphalt ley lines through the concrete jungle, inexorable. Power lines through the earth, sparking, dangerous. There I was one day and Zap, I’m toast. Earth, water, electricity. What I didn’t know was that she’d been 'dowsing' - that’s what I’m renaming stalking. Dowsing for attention. How could I know that the serendipitous coincidence of interests was months in the planning? I should have been mor

‘No, no that’s not how it works’ flustered Polamo Nopendero, his cheeks reddening and jowls wobbling. ‘I said it is MY decision who gets to eat the cupcakes first.’ His chubby fist with sausage fingers slammed onto the tea table making all the cups, plates, and saucers bounce in unison, like mad Irish dancer in an Irish jog. ‘But Polly,’ said his stork-like partner ‘the cup cakes are for everyone, it doesn’t matter who gives them out.’ ‘But I wanted the one with the big c

The cattle station was filled with angry stockmen. It had been six weeks with no power and those that lived there were getting bored,...

It was late in July and the weather was breathing harsh cold air that landed on Jo’s face in a manner that she considered more than just...