The King Is Mad The king is mad. The queen bears his children like a malady. It would be a simple solution, were she to eat them before they grow into their own madness. She does not. She lets them scamper about, small birds that twitter and fret in every corner of the palace. The […]
Hot desk, commandeered, I’ll man you like a cannon on a flight deck, folding, or a guard to take over as hours itch like busbies overheating. Hot desk – I make my slow beginning, dispersing fast food discarded by another facing down the jaws of a deadline. Shared PC – you’re sluggish this lunchtime so […]
The Dance. Linda Devlin. Fascism doesn’t come snarling and slobbering to your door, He’s genial and sociable with an air of troubadour. He won’t go marching to the dance in jack boots and brown shirt He’s charming, suave and smiling and he’ll cajole and flirt. He’ll entice you smoothly into an exotic dance […]
