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Quiet and Chaos. By C A Middleton 2021 There’s a voice on the waves. She sails across time with a gentle to do and other phrases not mine. – She wants to take my hand. To lead me down leafy avenues. To bandstands with bassoons  where we’ll dance in soft shoes. – At three, we’ll … Continue reading →

No. 3908

Anyone Want To Know How A Random Mind Functions on Little Sleep? Here it Bee or A Wasp…by Perfy Crowup’s son Mad Winkle McNugget. Or C A Middleton © (if it’s required under such circumstances) 2018 The bandstand filled with every instrument known to humankind. The leader, a Mr Susan George Gary Miranda Morporth Wilderyears, … Continue reading →

No. 3907

The Difference Tween Man & Woman. By C A Middleton © 2018 I despise the sound of The Ice-Cream man’s van! It’s faux-Italiano yell makes My grey cells bubble. I want to chase him down And shake the flakes Out of his dainty serving hatch; Smash the cones to wafer confetti; And spray softee Until … Continue reading →

No. 3900

Veni. Vidi. Me tergum stetit, By C A Middleton © 2017 We complain about life, but We aren’t the doe deer. Those beautiful, yet Soulful, eyes Tell you theirs is An existence of Eventually being eaten. Whereas we were lucky enough To flower in less Terrible woodlands: Apart from environments which Those with currency Farm … Continue reading →

No. 3805

The Last. By C A Middleton © 2017 I can’t see through eyes Clouded with a blend. Each time the devil comes I see my own end. He saunters to a stop Before the numbers reach zero. Shouting out judgments: He’s given up on his hero. The blood spatter’s dried; The curtains are closed. Despite … Continue reading →

Flash: balls

Kangaroo’s Didgeridoos? By C A Middleton © 2017 I’m all for an individual’s rights. Even rights of other creatures. And since science introduced the ability to communicate with what used to be called “wildlife” and now are referred to by the PC brigade as “opposably-challenged-sentiments”, or “OCS”, the demise of certain individual species has thankfully … Continue reading →

No. 3801.13

That Moment. By C A Middleton © 2017 It’s a 1-2-3 moment. A time to see your weaknesses. Where mouths natter, but Only matter When the time Bangs a gong In your face and Fists arc towards Dirty mouths. That’s the only time. The only time To test your aim. How far they flap.

Doctor Chris!

Today has been a very sad day. A serious accident occurred with a serrated knife. Luckily, though, the following patient looks to be on the mend. My first attempt at suturing resulted in no real loss of life-blood for the poor fella. The patient may have been healthy enough to go home, until Amina Abu … Continue reading →

No. 3861

A Portal Out of Acetous. By C A Middleton © 2017 As a boy, the man found A glorious sanctuary Away from the caustic words and Spiteful jibes. A palatial hideaway to call his own, It did not stand from the Earth’s Abundant materials. No sculpted marble arch- Ways framed Extravagant gold-plated double Doors. And … Continue reading →

A rant!

A Factual Sex Ponder… Am I actually a woman in a man’s body?! Am I?! I ask, not because I wish to lop off the Major or because I dream of life in flowery dresses. I wonder because I am presently watching I’m A Celebrity Get Me Out Of Here and two separate moments made … Continue reading →