the watch tore the hair from his wrist he could smell coconut shampoo as in the time he’d been left to his sisters’ tender mercies they’d gone after him tweezers and paint prettied him up like a trout that had just undergone scaling
there were sane women in his family auntie; ER doctor with scoliosis and a penchant for identifying waitresses at a crossroads and taking them like a professional shoplifter – just another victimless crime
cousin; artist, drunk, who constructed shimmering four story walls of aluminum cans, entire dioramas explaining the role of christianity in the expansion of the major fragrance houses of Europe then bashed them apart with a bowling ball
but none of them wanted his mother’s watch big and silver like the head of a hippopotamus blowing stale air from its nostrils watching the horned moon as it duplicated across the shimmering face of a bloodwarm lake
the case was engraved, ‘Given with love to a relentless combatant,’ and left unsigned at night it ticked like a cooling diesel engine and secretly longed to lick the salt from his denuded arm
a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
Floating thoughts, Waves of sea, sunshine, Vast emptiness – mingle altogether; Species of the day is least bothered… What’s going on and what’s not! If at all a heavy blow of wind will try To destroy the ‘civilisation’ May be