Category: Fiction

Makeup: A Two-Man Play in One Act

The Father sits across the table from the Son. The Father looks straight at the Son, his gaze never wavering. He is a fantastically macho-looking man, with shoulders as thick as his arms, and a jaw that could crush nuts. He’s wearing a t-shirt that clings to his beefy figure. But, the silver watch around his wrist, and the gently inquisitive look he directs … Read More Makeup: A Two-Man Play in One Act

Two Haikus on a Lily Pad (and Another)

Lily pad. Offers Safety and food. Can eat Safe from fish and snakes. The frog leapt across  The garden pond. The lily Pad sunk beneath it. I left the garden For lunch. So sad so sad, I Said inside my head.

Love’s Soup by William Barker

“Thomas, where’s your father?” He didn’t look her in the eye. He stared at the drop of snot slipping down her upper lip. She wiped it away. “Where’s your father?” “He’s working in his office.” “No, he isn’t. I saw his car leave the driveway an hour ago.” “Sorry Mum, I’ve got to go.” He was out of her bedroom door before he finished … Read More Love’s Soup by William Barker

Sonnet I: Possums

Possums are Wolverines, which Live in trees. Possums eat roses, And sunflowers. They Eat lilies, apples, Daisies. Tomatoes… Anything that hangs From a tree, or that  Springs from a root, the Possums will always Eat. They leave nothing Behind. No branch un- broken, no flower whole.

Haiku I: Fountain Ode

Water comes like rain, In drops that each make a wave, From the fountainhead.

New Year

I stand At a crossroad. My feet are hanging over the pavement, As I look ahead across the road, Staring down the other street.  The watch around my wrist ticks And ticks, Counting down towards the last…Moment, Hour, second, Minute, Of this passed year. The hand moves closer to The first…second, minute, hour, week, month, Moment, of this New Year. My still body, falls … Read More New Year

Saving Santa Claus

I With a click the lamp turned on, throwing thin light out across the bedroom. Arthur’s shadow wobbled along the wall, as he lay on his back on the floor, trying to force his left foot into a heavy black boot, his left leg dangling in the air.  “What are you doing?” Sally said to him, sitting up in bed in her sky-blue pyjamas. … Read More Saving Santa Claus

Reason Unto Death

I Pilot stood on the balcony, the jungle landscape of Ammit spread out before her. Below her feet, it sprawled out in a wild wave of vines and trees, stretching as far as her eyes could see. A deep red light consumed the horizon. She stood with her eyes closed, savouring the hot, early summer breeze. Her hands were wrapped around the rail of … Read More Reason Unto Death

Primacy III-In The Face of Madness

I Chatter from the crowd, all keen, restless, excited, fills the auditorium. Sitting in their plush red, velvet lined seats, some speak to one another, some look down at their phones, others look at the stage, largely hidden by the majestic red of the golden-laced curtain.  There’s a couple, mid-twenties, with a little boy, adorably squeezed into a tuxedo. First time at the opera? … Read More Primacy III-In The Face of Madness

Showdown in San Francisco

San Francisco used to be a town. The gold rush of 1849 made it a city. By 1951, hovels had become houses, the one chemist was joined by a doctor, a dentist and a grocery shop, and dirt tracks had smoothed over into roads. Shadows glided across the ground as wanderers on their way home passed Tony Ewell’s saloon, light and music shooting out … Read More Showdown in San Francisco

Deadly Assumptions

I The skies of Ammit were a searing, hot orange colour, as the planet’s summer sun spread its fiery rays through the atmosphere. Below it, the sea of green jungle sprawled across the planet. The seemingly endless expanse of trees, vines and bushes, punctured by jagged rocks and mountain peaks, formed a dense and chaotic growth. The shrieks and roars of thirsty predators, and … Read More Deadly Assumptions

Primacy II: The Philosopher King

I The light of the mid-morning sun, just established in its place in the sky after clearing the horizon, ran across the waters of the Hudson River. It reached the glass and metallic skins of the skyscrapers of New York City. It danced off the glittering sliver-laced face of the Chrysler Building, then skipped across the brownstone roofs, along the faces of apartment buildings, streaming … Read More Primacy II: The Philosopher King