A Poem About Interpersonal Communication and the Cosmos — Confabulate Before we even begin to talk, your incandescent eyes — like a promise of supernovas amid the cosmic dust, like Betelgeuse about to bust — they scan, how they scan, and assess. You confabulate who I am. People do, don’t they? Thinking they know us, without so much as a gauche word or a misguided act to…

What Magnificent Apes We Are — << Part 1 << Part 2 This is Part 3 “Run for the shadows in these golden years” — David Bowie (1975) Lyric from ‘Golden Years’. Run for the Shadows “A virus?” says Kessler. “I’ve only been on the premises ten minutes. It can’t be that aggressive. And you you you … you’re saying…

What Magnificent Apes We Are — << Back to Part 1 This is Part 2 “Run for the shadows in these golden years” — David Bowie (1975) Lyric from ‘Golden Years’. Run for the Shadows A rattlesnake shimmies under a nearby rock as the electric shuttle-train decelerates along the monorail. …

What Magnificent Apes We Are — “Run for the shadows in these golden years” — David Bowie (1975) Lyric from ‘Golden Years’. Run for the Shadows “We’re probably all screwed then,” says Yasmina, and ends the call. Kessler blinks at her words as he exits the lift. …

Strange & Unusual Short Fiction — Quirky, Dark, Strange … ? One of these stories may light your candle! If so, please let me know by commenting and providing a link to one of your own strange or unusual stories (or memoir or opinion pieces) and I will happily read you back. One Last Look — Ever Find It Hard to Say Goodbye? A Short Story about Dysfunctional Love & Other Demons medium.com Missing Charlotte “Through a Glass Darkly” (Short Story)medium.com

A Legend in My Own Lunchbox — Fasten Seat-Belts for a Quirky Adolescent Ride — What’s a Boy To Do? What’s a fifteen-year-old boy to do? Head full of random excitations. The poster outside the Ritzy of a 1970s Mummy film I’m too young to see. A first kiss — on an October night in a phone-box with the Saturday girl from the shoe shop. My wardrobe mirror reminds me…

The Life of a Medical Scenario Simulator — This is Part 6. Part 1: Pretending to Visit the Doctor’s Surgery Part 2: Pretending to Be a Hospital Patient Part 3: Pretending to Be a Psychiatric Patient Part 4: Pretending to Be Terminally Ill Part 5: Patient Simulators in Examination Scenarios Part 6: Pretending to Be a Doctor Harold Shipman & Beyond Already members of a thriving training and educational…

A Prose Poem about Friendship & the Road — Dreams & Train Smoke Although it’s the autumn grape-harvest in ‘79, there you are, like some washed-up beatnik. Stoned or drunk. Or both. Supine among the scrub-grass and sun-wilted weeds. At the edge of a shimmering vineyard in Chablis. Beads and shoulder-length curls. John Lennon glasses. A Kerouac novel spread-eagled on your chest. “Show me…

Do You Feel Strong & Free? — << Sc. 1 << Sc. 2 << Sc. 3 << Scs. 4 & 5 <<Sc. 6 << Scs. 7 & 8 << Sc. 9 << Sc. 10 << Sc. 11 “This is a sharp time, now, a precise time — we live no longer in the dusky afternoon when evil…