MY TROUBLED MIND

“I am not mad. I am eccentric perhaps–at least certain people say so…” Hercule Poirot Madness…lunacy…and the hot Egyptian sun… …

Nothing but a place really So why do I feel Weak arms leaden and lids dreary Pull pull pull back …

Are you ready? Hell yea! Damn right! Hotty Toddy, gosh almighty, Who the hell are we? HEY! Flim Flam, Bim …

I was standing at the roulette table; we were at the yacht club. I was wearing a tuxedo and I …

I offered to review Javier Bonafont’s collection of short stories on a whim. I haven’t read anything with even a …

And he that sat upon the throne said unto me, Write: for these words are true and faithful. Book of …

An extended stint of unemployment can be good, for some. Men who live in grand houses – grown fat and …

These are dangerous and turbulent times. At any point a man could wake up surrounded by empty bottles of Henry …

We stood at a junction wielding golf clubs, our dress mixed and perverse. My self tie-dyed t-shirt was loose fitting …

It was never set to be an eventful day. My house-mate and friend, Jack, was already out of the house preparing for …

I am currently reading A General Introduction to Psychoanalysis by Sigmund Freud. I’m not particularly sure why, but I believe it has …

Note: Although by no means a perfect project (indeed is one that opens more doors than it closes) I feel …

Boring but I must be fed the Right stuff not The Voice not Alan Carr they aren’t fit for consumption …

He lived in a grey cluster of houses funded by taxpayers. The sun seemed embarrassed to show its face, but it did …

I had loaded up on coffee the morning of the big presentation. It turned out to be a drastic miscalculation …

We arrived as the first support was finishing up. The hall was perhaps two thirds full and the smell currently …

September 10th. We were at it again. I hadn’t paid any attention to mother’s critique – “all you do is …