Fifteen Café Scenes – (6 – 10)
I am a terrible cliche. I sit in my local coffee shop with my laptop – until recently, the dreaded Macbook – in my black polo necked shirt, sipping cappuccino … Continue reading
Fifteen Cafe Scenes (1 – 5)
i. Weasel A weasel in a shiny suit, all slavering chops and malintent, insinuates that the only way to progress is through sordid impropriety ii. Yummy She does her best … Continue reading
Going Home: Keats – Episode 2
April 17th After showering, I walk back to the kitchen stopping in the greenhouse to pick some tarragon for my scrambled eggs. Bit poncey, but why the hell not. That … Continue reading
Going Home: Keats – Episode 1
I think I’ll try hydroponics. It will mean opening up the science labs and they are pretty difficult to defend, but I’m sure I can work something out. I should … Continue reading
My Houseplants Hate Me
No eyes to see you. No hands to reach for your aid. I feel the disdain Growing in you; begrudging even the smallest of drops.
Tanka 2
Breathing in crisp must The scents that herald winter. Understanding that written on each golden page, Shining words of renewal.
Will Vigar 
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