Rain has no conscience shows no fear Displays no love… Is not a living thing. Effects not to condemn… not to judge…. Simply falls from a...

Cloud curtained winter I lose my way in thicket without leaving home.

A pub discussion   ‘Up to my bloody armpits. It doesn’t bloody stop. Everywhere you look is his face. Just like his sister ole Horseface. He is everywhere! Since his mum finally dies – and thank Godfrey for that – he is on all things. I tell you what, I’m not going to lick the back of his head. It was bad inuff with his Gerry mum let alone his tree-hugging bald spotted noggin.’   ‘Did you see that red pain thing? It looked like it had been defaced by protestors before it was

Will it ever stop? The Mexican Volcano Rabbits scurried into their burrows. It was torrential and it wasn’t meant to be. Their floating volcano drifted around the Caribbean ever since it was spat off the main continent due to its over effusive gurgling, belching and smoking. The volcano itself felt slightly rejected and if it hadn’t been for the Mexican Volcano Rabbits, forthwith known as MVR’s, it would have finally blown its top and made North America feel its wrath. But th

‘He’s off the rails.’   ‘You really need to rein him in.’   ‘Rein in? How? I don’t have any say here.’   ‘You have a say when he spends half the annual budget on flying a speaker in from Germany.’   ‘That was a bit crazy.’   ‘Crazy? I was the one who had to host him for a week. Brian just told me it was happening and that was that.’   ‘Bit irresponsible.’   ‘The other group members don’t know what to make of it. I think no-one quite feels they can say anything.’ She sips her

I am the rainwoman of the tribe, the one who thrives as it pours, comes to life in the sodden condensation and liquid moving earth. It’s...