Ghosts of the rainforest

"A lone scientist seeks out a species thought by many to be extinct"

Gnarled roots snare my ankles; protruding rocks scrape my shins and bruise my weary toes. I struggle upwards through dense vegetation, skirting stinging trees, hacking through vines, my eyes peering ever high into the canopy, fervently following the bright swathe...

Box

"While torn from his beloved by war, a young soldier writes a premonitory song"

What manner of place is this? No light. No sound. I quell the terror rising in my breast and strain to listen, to hear beyond the muffled space into which I am squeezed. Timbers creak. The Earth groans. In the...

Death’s stealthy arrow

"Bullets, blades, disaster and disease become nought beside the great deceiver's subtle weapon"

I cling to speeding, spinning cones of lead That pierce the air and armour, skin and bone; Once deep inside, I ditch my deathly ride, Spread dark destruction, quell life's fragile wick. * I cleave to sharpened shards of stainless...

Sex machine

"Two parts of a living, loving machine assemble in the darkness."

The machine was built for pleasure. Independent of external forces, it rocked and rolled, ebbed and flowed on cushioning foam and silent springs. Touching parts were exquisitely oiled so they moved freely, yet still maintained sufficient contact. A delicious necessary...

Imitating Art

"Ira, Cole and Noël are dead; Julie London too. So I wrote this song instead and sing it just for you"

The gallery was free, yet full Of endless dull Depictions with no wonder thundering In my heart or head. I stood instead And gazed within: why must my ordinary life Forever imitate art? * There! Amongst the moulded marble Art,...