Sanity Papa, Sanity upon You!

It’s midnight, the birds chirp in their sleep, the moon is a prickly old bastard.

Mother locked father in the closet to protect herself and the neighbourhood from his nightmares which burst out of him at the most inconsiderate of times

She leans against the door and says: “See the bigger picture into the future!”

He sits on a small hill of heels and replies:
“Make big needles in order to thread the droplets of saliva pinned under a blossoming Ox with antlers and wings, with long corkscrew lashes and grandpa ear bristles.”

“There you go off with your Bull again!”

He sings a hymn of giggles and chuckles.

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Bianca Isla prepares coffee for detective Cuadrado

She Uses fresh coffee beans, from an old can which bursts with flavour on opening and she grinds the portions measuring with care
Boiling in an old black kettle over the stove she bites her copper-green thumb nail, staring off into space
She pours the hot navy blue coffee into crimson cups, a silver strainer hovering over the rims
Purple mist cloaks the kitchen with caffeinated aroma

Skirts Give Me Nightmares

I was digging a grave for my dresses when it started raining
The little hole I made grew big and wide and deep
For a second I thought that was the end of me but it stopped just as I ran out of place to run
After checking to see if all my limbs weren’t missing
I looked into the hole and saw a red eye big as the back of an elephant’s ass starring up right at me all deranged and angry looking.
Mama won’t believe me when I tell her ’bout this.

A letter by Nina Proudknuckle: Under the wooden bus stop sofa

The day hadn’t reached middle age before I received my diagnosis. I had been walking in a daze on the streets masked by pollution which usually hurried my journey back home.

But not today. My questions had been answered by the news relayed upon me by my doctor; a kindly woman whom I look up to more than I do any other peer in this horrid city.

I took a turn without looking and bumped into a figure wearing a rather large copper-green coat which felt like mushrooms.

The winter had bitten my senses numb but this figure radiated heat like my cup of coffee.

After excusing my blind error to this shadowy stranger and stepped aside out of the way; a loud crash from behind sent me rolling into the puddle of water over a blocked sewage drain.

I was surprised by its depth, flailing my arms and screaming for help; I attempted reaching out to grab the sidewalk curve but all was in vain as the water I was in was sucked down by some strange coincidence or other and the mid-day sun light disappeared beyond my head as I descended into an unknown so black it muted my very thoughts.

Jeans and Boots

They spotted each other from afar. She under the bus stop sign and he exiting the taxi. Her face was motionless, the cold city wind brushing against her eyelashes. His lower back creaking and grinding. A comet kisses the sky. She lights a cigar without breaking contact with the static stranger dressed in a creased suit. He walks up to her. She steps into the bus. Butter fingers.