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I wonder, by the riverside while following the swirling tideof human filth, spilled far and wide:Is there still time to save us? The factory's putrefaction stenchand farmed manure, in ditch and trenchadd to the rot, compound the stench:This is no way to save us. Yet somehow, it is not despairbut strength, in nature's song I hear,(while... Continue Reading →
We are living in a post-truth world where everything is what you make itno one will tell you you are right or wrong:but everyone willchoose sidesopt for this or that camp; over alldeny what's going on around, above, below, beside, beneath them;only listen to the wind,it knows the answer,as the permafrost is plundered for its oil reserves the... Continue Reading →
I had my consultation today, with Dr D’Earth. I tried not to take the name as an ill-omen. I sat outside the waiting room, nervously but patiently waiting my turn: twiddling my thumbs. Looking down at my hands thinking ‘how long?’ or was it ‘how much longer?’ He called my name. I steeled myself. I... Continue Reading →
Experiments in Fiction 