Davids on the Road Again |
David ran shambolically through the murky streets of Old Began. He stumbled into the market square, clattering into some tin pans that hung from a makeshift gantry above the first stall he passed. A ...
Posted by Dunky McCallion on Sun, 06 Apr 2008 06:48:00 PST |
Cinematic Projections |
Cinematic Projections
Cinematic projections
May give you a whopping erection
They might even win an election
But nobody votes any more
And if you’re escaping detection
Whilst tryi...
Posted by Dunky McCallion on Thu, 13 Mar 2008 03:34:00 PST |
I Picked A Flower |
I Picked A Flower
I picked a flower because I thought it represented the very essence of the life cycle, with its roots being fed by the ancient history of dead lives that once were, its stem ...
Posted by Dunky McCallion on Thu, 13 Mar 2008 08:12:00 PST |
The Old Man Was Trembling |
The old man was trembling as he looked up from his mournful task. ’I have to do it’, he mumbled, almost apologetically. You see, when all these wee pebbles are balanced just right, they g...
Posted by Dunky McCallion on Thu, 13 Mar 2008 08:08:00 PST |
