In my hand I hold her,
The voice of golden knowledge.
All I have to do is whisper,
'Siri' and she's at my beck and call.
'Siri I'm stranded with flint stone in my hand,
How am I to cook my plantain?
Without matches or a stove?
'Take your flint and strike …'
Damn no battery,
I shouldn't have played solitaire!
A Little Bit of Light and Dark
A rollercoaster ride of poetry from light to dark and back again
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Poem of the Week
Siri Plantain Flintstone
Short Story
The Necklace
She sat bolt upright, her heart pounding in her chest, not knowing what had awoken her. The alien surroundings added to her disorientation. Millicent sat on the pillow next to her, licking her paw demurely whilst oozing innocence. The memories of the last few days crowded in on Bronwyn as the fog of sleep faded …
Chapter & Kirsch
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Hello and welcome to the newest addition to my website: the blog!
A little while ago I started writing a story and sharing it with my friends. They enjoyed what I had written and asked that they be kept up to date with installments. I thought it might be easier if I put all the pieces...