Nice to see you.

''They are not long, the days of wine and roses:
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while, then closes,
Within a dream.''

2014 Pushcart Prize nominee. (more)

New story collection coming soon: Pseudo Stars

Many stories and poems published worldwide.
My work is raw and from experience and observations.

I.Will.Be.Number One.

Number ones

Blissfully unaware
Is the only state
Chosen by some
A selection process
Over the natural order.

Enforced magnetism
Directs the moral compass away
Bereft any internal conflict.

Success is savoured
By the self-seeking
Claiming fortuity
In effect a fatuous fuck you.

Nothing is more haloed
And preserved
That the western ascendancy
To accomplishment.

Stomp on lesser
Pout with pride.

                                      Know any?


  1. You said it all, ignorance directed by selective media that leads to a success at any cost approach, and fuck everyone else.

  2. Oh yeah! Unfortunately, that is the S.O.P. of many.


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