Tag: fiction

• The Agent – IV

  They sent Harpenden. Him, of all people, conversation with whom was a form of punishment so cruel and unusual the Khmer Rouge would rat you out to Amnesty. He was a posh Australian who drank Fosters, called evening arvo, and who disliked foreigners to a confederate degree. He looked like a cross between the muscular,…

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  26th Apr 2024

  alchemisland of Ireland, Short Stories

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• The Agent – III

  The canopy cooled him in temperature and temperament, he felt sullen beneath sagging boughs. Branches like curved umbrella handles, as if trees driven mad by heat sought to drive their own branches through their heads to stop the simmering solar voice. Inner measuredness came, or was foist, upon him, echoed in his equidistant steps. In…

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  26th Apr 2024

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• The Agent – II

  Whenever coffee is imminent Byron is struck by nostalgia’s slow-moving truck. Something about beans falling inside a clear tube atop a coffee machine helps him dive in, make an Aquarius of his Venus in furtive Virgo. Brown, flaky beans packed close like a vial of diminutive worlds in the hex-stained hands of a mad alchemist.…

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  26th Apr 2024

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• Baphomet’s Belle

  Belle of the Styx Look sick in triple six Her sandalwood aroma Her hands without arthritis Joseph of Armitithea a carpenter Knew how to handle wood. Bring wood and oil for pouring This poor soul to release From the abundance of her lust, her appetite no man could cease For this disease we the Just…

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  26th Apr 2024

  Filí my pockets

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• On Foot

  I move from my zone to the outlands, the woods I don’t sink into the loam, Loma footwork the works the words  Black pudding sky with budgie yellow stars budged to Earth unkneeling Unveil a budget pale with old debt, scan the day’s deaths unfeeling My miseries come in waves, my ship is always keeling…

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  26th Apr 2024

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