Freedom and Misery

Is that a nest He longs to face the window What sort of bird would build such a roost A Continue reading →

Always Open

Shaking his fist at the moon, he rises up out of the sludge, the shitty slime. Oh sweet Copernicus, king of Continue reading →

Portrait of a Day

  Portrait of a day A walk in the rain all of life beautiful and mundane shopping as distraction from Continue reading →

Poisonous Magpies

Lawyer’s wigs, or shaggy ink cap “Looks like a squid.” The wisdom of children, priceless. More valuable than the tainted Continue reading →

Dubious

I’m dubious that my day will get better than this.        Copyright John de Gruyther 2017 https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/dubious/#like-254786w

Come Heathen

Come heathen, into the forest You are new to the idea Of not taking what isn’t yours The fox awaits Continue reading →

Strutting his Stuff

There he is strutting his stuff Looking so confident tonight Take a second and have a thought of what’s going Continue reading →

Benson – Part One, Last Memory

He gingerly lifted his shirt to examine the gunshot wound that he knew was bad. He’d found a disused service Continue reading →